Novel & Cerita Miss Billionaire

The previous day. Donna sat at the bar, Mystique was a lesbian bar that she frequented when she was on the hunt for her next baby butch. She was intrigued by the woman on stage, she was crooning a love song, and Donna could swear that it was sung for her. But looking around the room she saw that every other woman felt the same way. All of them mesmerized by the woman with the guitar on stage. It was open mike night, but every time the woman was done, she'd get a loud cheer for more, and the other artists, just as into the show, were all okay with it. Which was a strange thing in itself. Usually, they couldn't wait to get up on stage, and sometimes there were even fights about slots. But toni

then she told me about one of the girls who used to work here, how she got into the trap of a boy, a billionaire boy who took advantage of her and that girl is nowhere to be found anymore. the thought of it made me shiver from head to toe, and at that moment I took the pledge of my life! I, Ashley Brooke never going to run into any Billionaire.

★★ Leonardo I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life. I thought I was in love with Hannah, and that she's worth a shot. I never knew that was going to be the worst mistake in my life. I do not hate poor people, but you see those people that were once poor, and not got opportune to be rich or probably marry a rich spouse, and now began to treat the poor like riff raff are those who have my hatred in its highest form.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Re Reina’s was a nice Italian restaurant in the middle of the city, it was reserved for mostly famous figures. Me: Great! I texted back and resumed my sliding. . . . I dressed up in a pretty baby blue Lacey dress—quite expensive courtesy of my billionaire boyfriend, I did a nice soft makeup and curled my hair, I really wanted to impress Sophia, she was a goddess and if I didn’t do too much, I’d be like a piece of garbage next to her. She was already sat on a table when I arrived, there were only a few people around—thankfully, I wasn’t a fan of crowds.

Yes, I need some space for myself, not for anything she was referring to, but just for myself. I got in Casendra's car, and we drove off to the mall. About 10 minutes later, I finally open my mouth to tell her about the encounter with those blue orbs, no, Mr. Greek God,"Cassy, you know, last Thursday, I met… I met a Greek God walking in the shop,” I told her excitedly. She raised her eyebrow with a smirk. "A Greek God, spill it out, girl, everything. I want every little detail,” she said as she kept her eyes on the road.

She was an absolute workaholic, always glued to her laptop, making sure everything was perfect. " Boss?" Great, I had her full attention. " Listen carefully, Michelle. I will be having dinner at 'Promesa' tonight, and I won't be alone. Make sure everybody acts as usual, no special treatment. Today I am an average customer who wants to enjoy their meal." " Understood," Michelle replied, and I ended the call after saying goodbye. I trusted Michelle on this one. She would make sure no one would even glance at me in a way that could suggest they knew me.

I was about to tap the call button when I looked at Aina. What would I tell her? That she was sick? That I suddenly needed money for a treatment I couldn't afford? And then there would be questions about her father. Why did I need the money? Why couldn't the billionaire CEO of Blackridge Holdings pay for his own daughter's treatment? Why was his wife the one struggling to save her? My thumb hovered over the call button. I stared at the name until my vision blurred, then lowered the phone. I couldn't expose my marriage to Adrian. Not like this.

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.

To speak, it was not really a bother as I had enough money and what I meant was good cash to run the city on gas for years. Most times I tried to tell myself I was not calling bluff but the fact remains that I was a Billionaire. Massimo Empire had been a name that ran through two generations and when it was handed over to me as its sole heir I had followed right in the footsteps of my predecessors. I soon reached the phone that still won't stop beeping and was surprised to see who the goddamn caller was. "My account officer?" I was puzzled as to why she was calling so early past ten am.