Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Novels & Stories

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?

“Tsk! Why are you so grumpy? Of course I won’t let you do it in vain. As long as you help me to do this, I’ll pay you $1,000,000, and I will hire you as the vice president of Hill Manufacturing Company again. You'll have both the name and money. You’ll be rich and get promoted. I don’t see why you would refuse.” “You're a freaking jerk. Stop talking nonsense!” Harris scolded loudly, “Who am I, Harris Ford, to you? I’m telling you now, even if I die, I won’t do this kind of immoral thing for you! Do you want to use me to set Harvard up? Go and dream about it!” Harris slammed the account book on the tea table, turned back, and left. Before he walked to the door, Lucas said, “Uncle Harris, your

I held it toward him. Hale didn't accept the check; it was a short man with a creepy as hell smile and bright amber eyes who gently received the payment. Hugo, Mayor Hales's personal assistant and only friend. Honestly, he was fucking weird. Hollywood could easily cast him for the next horror movie, where this man could effortlessly play the role of the devil himself. Without needing any makeup. “One billion.” Hugo's voice quavered, and his smile evaporated. “I think you wrote more zeros than you meant, Mr. Moretti.”

And lastly, she was linking her arms next to a tall handsome man I didn't know! As if to make things worse, another man appeared from the entrance, tall and confident. I instantly recognized this one. A top billionaire in the city with his retail shops established in over five hundred branches scattered across countries. Adrian Smith, owner of A&D group. What was he doing here? "Meghan dear. I've made reservations already. We don't want to be late." That Adrian was speaking to my wife like they were buddies! "What? Reservations? What reservations?" I forgot my purpose of visiting and instantly wanted to just hold my Meghan by the hand and drag her away from these men.

Just as I lean back in my chair, feeling satisfied, my desk phone buzzes. “Ms. Jameson, Harris Wilton is on the line. He’d like a moment to speak with you.” I roll my eyes. Harris Wilton—the billionaire investor who’s made countless “business proposals” that always seem to come with a side of personal interest. I’m not interested. “Put him through,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “Alicia,” Harris’s smooth voice fills the room. “I won’t take up much of your time. I’d love to take you to dinner tonight. There’s a new place downtown—exclusive, quiet, perfect for discussing a potential collaboration.”

My eyes widened slightly. “A billionaire?” “Not just that.” Dr. Harris leaned back. “He owns several businesses across different countries. Most of our funding comes through one of his medical foundations.” I knew he was rich cause a commoner can not afford to just buy me a Louis Vuitton two piece. Dr. Harris continued quietly. “Years ago, he established research centers dedicated to finding a cure for a rare genetic illness.” “What illness?” He hesitated. “It’s a condition that’s still largely incurable. The attacks happen without warning, and when they do…” He sighed. “Patients lose control of their bodies. The pain is unbearable.”

Martin said, "I'm calling because I have something new for you." The tone in his voice made her sit upright. "What kind of something?" "The expensive kind." "Now you've got my attention." "The Harrison Estate." Elara frowned. The name sounded familiar. Then it clicked. Robert Harrison. Technology billionaire. Investor. Philanthropist. The man currently dominating every news channel in America. Three days earlier his helicopter had crashed into the Pacific Ocean. The wreckage had been recovered. His body had not. The media called it a tragedy. Conspiracy theorists called it murder.

I grew up in an orphanage, believing I would never have a family of my own. Then I earned a scholarship to one of the country’s most prestigious universities, where I met Dominic Thomas—the billionaire heir and the love of my life. Despite his mother’s fierce disapproval, Dominic chose me. After his father’s death, we got married, and I believed our love could overcome anything. I was wrong. Just two years into our marriage, our once-perfect love began to crumble when I couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted most. A child. After a doctor declared me infertile, Dominic’s love turned into cold indifference. He brought his pregnant mistress into our home, handed me divorce pap