Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Harris had known his father's bad choices in his past but he had also witnessed him suffer for most of his life. Harold McKenzie was a young billionaire from England, wanting to spread his empire in the States, where he met Agnes Earnshaw, an employee. She was young, pretty and smart. No man could resist her charm, and he was no different from any other man with young blood. Within few months of being in a dating relationship, Agnes announced her pregnancy. She pressurized him to marry her, which he did to stop it from becoming a scandal. She wasn't behind his money, he was sure of it but she needed his undivided attention on her which he couldn't give due to his busy life style. Months pass

but the winner was, of course, the billionaire beauty. The smirk on her face was the proof, she was happy, more of it she was proud. "So.. you failed again? Future Mrs Francois De Ville?" Billina sneered while Leah scoffed and replied, "There's something about you. You're different." "First of all I'll ruin your whole life, I'm Satan." replied the billionaire beauty. "You don't think you've won the game, do you?" Leah asked, crossing both of her hands around her chest. Just then the baby cooed and Billina replied, "You might get your answer by now."

It slipped quickly down to my glass heels, then back up. Ignoring the tension that I felt, I released him and turned back to Scarlett, victory clear on my face. “I’m moving on,” I said. “And I’m not looking back.” She stormed out. Asher followed, unwilling to draw more attention. Someone whispered nearby, “Isn’t that Harrison? The billionaire playboy king?” I remembered then. Harrison, he was the man women chased endlessly, notorious for never keeping one for long. I studied him again. Tall. Sharp-featured. Undeniably handsome.

"Though I believe I should demonstrate my appreciation for your long-term planning more... thoroughly." I smiled down at him, letting my own predatory nature show. "The mighty Nathan Chen," I teased, though my voice was rough with renewed desire as his touch became more deliberate. "So easily distracted from business by his fiancée's strategic mind." His response was to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Manhattan's most dangerously seductive billionaire, his hands and mouth wreaking exquisite havoc on my senses. And I surrendered myself completely to his possession, knowing that together we would build something far more powerful than mere corporate dominance.

Mark said, "I can and I will. Unless you pay me. I will doctor this video and put the blame on you." "Oh, oh - okay, how much do you want?" Hazel asked, stuttering. Mark smirked, "A million dollars." Hazel gasped, "A million dollars? That's insane. I don't have that kind of money." Mark said, "You're lying. You're dating the C.E.O of a successful company. You live in a mansion. You wear expensive clothes and jewelry. You have access to his bank accounts and credit cards. You have plenty of money."

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

“Sky, I’m not going on tonight’s dinner.” [Sis, you’re just getting yourself on more trouble!] I can’t stop laughing after he said that. He really said that? It’s making me crack up! This kid really doesn’t know what he’s talking about. “Skyler, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? If you did, well just let me introduce myself. I am Savannah Harris, the oldest child of the Harris who owns SH holdings, and I am proudly to be the black sheep in this family. I’ve been causing trouble for the past twenty-eight years of my life, a little bit more won’t hurt, right?”

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

A very beautiful lady with a beautiful voice. “Hello, our dear viewers. Welcome back to 'Curiosity Made Me Ask' episode 10. Right here with me on this show is a man known as Mr. Tyler Harrington. I am sure you must have heard about him. He is the man who donated his home to charity and the man who will soon be getting married to the richest woman in the country, Matriarch Alessandra. Is this so, Mr. Tyler Harrington?” “Yes, of course. Hahaha. I will be getting married soon to the richest woman in the country.” Tyler laughed.

"In a shocking turn of events, Nicholas Harrington, the billionaire son and influential figure, has once again found himself entangled in a web of scandalous activities. The heir of Harrington Holdings, known for his lavish lifestyle and controversial reputation, has left the public in utter disbelief with his latest transgressions...." Nicholas Harrington, the young heir in question, was currently lying eagle-spread on the bed; his dark brown hair was so scattered on the bed that it looked like a bird nest.