Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Look, Ellen, it’s my favorite place in this house,” she says to him while indicating her hand toward a table. “Oh, I have no idea that a table can be a favorite to someone!” He starts to laugh at her, but she rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have any favorite places at your husband’s house?” he gently asks her. “No, I have not,” she says while having a confident smile on her face. Ellen let out a sad chuckle and shifts his gaze from her to somewhere else with a not-so-happy face. “Yeah, why she even likes that house, but I know that my poor heart is aching at her honest opinion.” He has a big mansion where she usually stays, but what this small house has his mansion doesn’t possess: happiness! S

Janella asked in disappointment at how Evelyn looked so happy with Adrian like they were really dating each other. "Janella, what are you doing? Don't make it affect you. You can find better than Adrian. He's just handsome, but not as rich as the man you will marry soon," her mother reassures her, and she nodded with a grin. Later that night, Adrian and Evelyn found themselves in Adrian's cozy apartment. It was here that Evelyn discovered a truth about Adrian's financial standing. "I'm sorry about this, but my family isn't really well-off. In short, we're not really rich," Adrian confessed with honesty.

"So, you think I would help without you doing something in return. Life is give and take, don't you know?" "Sir, is there any other thing I could give you in return?" I could hear the desperation in her voice. She must really love her sister. I opened my mouth to say something but my phone rang. "Hello, boss." Tyler's voice came through. "What is the situation?" I asked, scowling at the phone. "The old man is dead!" He said flatly and I hung up immediately. That could only mean one thing. I had to act very fast. I galnced at the lady, standing at my front, staring at me with pleading eyes.

He pushed Alex outta the room and shut the door. “Then why hear me out in the first place!” Alex screamed, hitting the door. “I know what I am gonna do! If charles, the internet god or whatever his nickname is insist on not working with me. I'm gonna boast to him about who I am” “I am gonna let him know that I am a billionaire, a billionaire’s brother and a billionaire’s son” Alex yelled at the door, behaving like the younger brother that he was. ***** Rita’s POV The Next Morning,

"I just found out that Nathan Monroe's faking being poor. Nathan owns Maxwell Group. He’s been lying to you, Nicole!" I raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asked, stepping closer. "Aren't you going to say anything? Aren't you going to thank me for finding his secret?" A smirk crept onto my lips as I looked at him. "I already know that, Homer." His eyes widened in surprise. "And you're okay with that?" Then he relaxed a bit. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be shocked. You have a billionaire husband now, which is exactly what you needed to cover Andrea's medical bills."

Colin was about saying but I quickly interrupted " Business rival Mr Harris! Business Rival" I replied..” Mr. Harris chuckled heartily at the revelation. "Oh, it's nice to have a rival here in Boston Hills. It brings a bit of excitement, unlike in the States where everyone minds their own business," he remarked. A touch of humor, Colin and I gave a fake laugh. “Nice meeting you Mr Rogers'' Mr Harris said to Colin and then turned to me. " I'll see you around Mr Santos " Mr Harris replied, pat me on the back and left.

He looks like he is in his early 20s. Logan Harris is rich and he is the CEO of the expensive gemstones company which he founded and owned. He has more money than he can count and he is cold and unmoving. He is like a robot working night and day. He can have any woman he wants and he uses them when he wants. When he is done, he will never look at the same woman again. He hates relationships and avoids them like plague.

“Oh my God, that’s Harris Davis,” “Are you serious?” Her colleagues nudged her and asked. “Yes.Don’t you know him? The youngest billionaire in the country. They said he took over his family’s company at a young age and doubled their value in less than two years.” She said with a spark in her eyes. “I saw him once on the cover of magazines. I never thought I would see him in real life!” A lady exclaimed and said as she gawked at Harris. “What’s he doing here?” A young man asked.

Sunlight streamed through the hospital window, filling the room with a warm, peaceful air. Around ten, Mr. Harris arrived with Victoria, their arms full of expensive gifts. He plastered on a fawning smile. “Mrs. Smith Sr., I heard you recently had a fall down the stairs, so I brought Victoria along to pay our respects.” Mrs. Smith Sr. did not even bother with politeness. Her tone was cold. “Mr. Harris, I can’t afford your gifts. Take them back.” After all, the Harris family was just a small-time family, yet they had dared to bully her granddaughter.

He closed his eyes as he remembered that awful business meeting when everything had suddenly changed. He had been eager for the meeting, which was going quite well to be over, so that he could go right back to Becca’s arms, and had snorted at himself and how sappy he had become. Who would have thought that there would come a day when he, Ryan Harris, billionaire playboy would be eager to go home to a woman, who incidentally, was his wife? Certainly not him, as he had not even known that he would ever end up married in the first place, since he had shied away from commitment all his life.