Novel & Cerita Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire

, someone is whispering behind the three best friends. “ Idiot, who would not know the Harris family? They are one of the richest families in the country. They could even compete with the richest Asian families”, the other added. “ Brandon Harris is a young billionaire? No wonder he is the most sought after bachelor in the whole country”. “ Look at him, he is handsome and rich. Typically every girl’s dream husband”. Ben and his friends just looked at each other and smiled while listening to the whispering behind them. Ben takes a good look at the man on the stage. Yes indeed, Brandon Harris is very handsome and will surely be a perfect rich husband to any lucky girl he fancies in the future.

I asked in a deep tone, trying not to let my anger out. "H-he w-was-" She paused and placed her hand on her pink skirt nervously. "A-a bl-londe man." Harris was the son of one of my father's rivals. He was the only person that got the fortune to inherit his father's business as he begged me for it.He tried to cheat us in one of the Italy Dias deal also but I gave him an another chance to live. I guess he doesn't value his life at all. Right now, my main focus is Cathy, I will deal with Harris later after taking her home safely.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

"If you want to keep your generous monthly allowance, you will do it. If you refuse, the money will be gone. If Danielle decides to reject you, the money is gone. I want to see you taking care of yourself." I looked at Marcus, and he seemed to be as devastated as I was, only for other reasons. Stephen killed two birds with one stone. My ex-fiancée was a monster. I wondered whether it was his true self or Sophie's influence. She had a habit of looking down on those less fortunate than her. I raised my eyes again to look at Marcus; his jaw was clenched, his hands gripping tightly the wheels, as if he was going to attack his brother. Mr and Mrs Dowes watched the scene with indifferent faces, al

Collins tells me, "We'll need to find which table they've reserved for us." "You're seated at our table, Collins. It's over here," Hunter points out the table. We follow Rebel to their table, and Collins holds out my chair for me. "Hunter, are you eating or presenting tonight?" "Both, I hope. I won't eat until after the presentation, though." Collins looks at me, "Hunter is known for his charity and nonprofit work. He always does a great presentation." "My husband runs MAP, the Mothers Advancement Program. He's helping out a couple of other smaller charities tonight as well. You'll learn about each charity during his speech."

A laugh that sounded strange, almost like someone losing his sanity. “Hah…” Billy covered his face with both hands. “Look at you, Billy.” The laughter turned into sobs. Tears fell one by one, soaking his palms. “What am I?” his voice shook. “A great CEO who can’t forget one woman?” He lifted his face. His eyes were wet, red, empty. “An ugly woman,” he whispered. “A fat woman who never even had confidence.” Billy laughed again, this time more painfully. “But why only her?”

Fuck Hailey, she was going to enjoy this day. She strolled to a street food seller and got herself a stick of dirty corn. She sat down at a corner and pulled off her mask and slowly ate it. Her eyes darted back and forth on the street. She sighted a crowd gathered around a man. "What's happening there?" She asked the food seller. "They are getting the latest newspaper. You know Frederick Mills, the billionaire and his wife made their first public appearance yesterday." Zara suddenly lost her appetite, her face contoured in anger.

Harris walks over to her and greets her with a quick kiss on the cheek before giving her a light hug. “I missed you, Mom,” he murmurs. She pats his back, beaming at him. “I missed you too, sweetheart!” Her gaze shifts proudly to Mr. Zac. “This is my son, Harris Crawley.” Zac’s eyes widen slightly as he sizes up the Crawley heir. “Ah, Harris! It’s good to finally meet you. Such a fine young man,” he says, extending his hand for a shake. “Thank you,” Harris replies with a polite smile, his handshake firm. But even as he smiles, there’s a hint of bitterness lurking in his eyes.

For a moment, she thought she couldn’t breathe anymore. One of the executives said softly, “Mr. Harrington, we were just starting.” Harrington. The name hit her like a slap. Adrian Harrington. Billionaire. Powerful. Ruthless. She had read about him in news articles. Business magazines. But standing in front of him was nothing like reading words on a page. He was real. He was here. And he was watching her like a hunter watching his prey. Camilla forced her voice to work. “As I was saying…”

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?