Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

I was in the house of a man who had been deeply happy with another woman, and now only dozens of her portraits were scattered throughout the house. There was a smaller, more recent photo. Miguel, unshaven, held a small white bundle against his chest. His expression was unlike anything I had seen in the short time I had known him. He looked happy as he held his son in his arms. A shiver made me tremble. What the hell was I doing? I was just a girl trying to get back on my feet, a girl who accepted a fake relationship to protect herself. Now, I was snooping through the emotional wreckage of a mysterious billionaire, feeling the weight of his loss as if it were my own.

He took a small step closer to her, lowering his voice so it was filled with complete, raw sincerity. "I used to be one of those terrible people, Ariana," Greg confessed honestly, hiding nothing from her. "I was arrogant, selfish, and cold. I used my wealth to build a giant wall around myself so no one could touch me, and I used people to make myself feel powerful. But living like that made me completely miserable. It made me empty inside, no matter how many millions of dollars were in my bank account." He looked straight into her eyes, letting her see every piece of his truth and vulnerability.

She scowled as if Serena was a lowly, insignificant person, her words filled with coldness and sarcasm, "Don't you dare put on a pity face! Thank your good father for that! Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to marry Matthew Harrington, bitch!" Harrington? Serena knew that the Harrington family were the richest family in all of Hustleburg, if not the country, synonymous with wealth and power. It sounded like the perfect marriage. But it was Matthew. Word on the street was that he suffered from a severe health condition and was on the brink of death. It had been a long time since he'd been seen in public, and the rumors seemed to hold a grain of truth... And the so-called 'good father' Mic

Harris left his office without any word said again. He's been paid off. He’s been bribed. There was nothing that can be said about this, if not the assumption that someone, someone from the higher up was messing with them, with him! “Boss, the case..”Sharon ran to him but stopped when she saw his expression, he already knew. “I will be outside for some minute.” Mr.Hartis said, turning to leave only to bump into someone. He looked at some expensive Italian shoes, before he was met with an unfamiliar face, one that was covered with a dark shade. He looked at him from head to toe, he screamed money, the expensive Rolex watch on his hand and definitely not from this place.

I ended the call and headed for the subway, my mind racing the entire ride. The diner smelled faintly of coffee and fried food when I walked in. Mr. Harris was already at a booth in the corner, a folder open in front of him. He was a man in his late forties, sharp eyes behind a pair of square glasses, he wasn’t the kind of man who wasted words, always dressed in the same worn gray suit, his short hair trimmed neat. “Miss Astor,” he said, nodding at me as I slid into the booth. “Mr. Harris,” I answered, trying to steady my voice, “thank you for waiting.”’

“MODEL HARPER BENNETT PUBLICLY DUMPS TECH BILLIONAIRE MATTHEW JONES AT A UNICEF GALA.” “INFLUENCER HARPER BENNETT ENDS BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE WITH A MIC DROP.” “#Harttew: RIP To Our Favorite Power Couple.” “Yikes,” Britney mutters, watching the clip. Harper breaking things off at a live-streamed charity event like she was ordering from Starbucks. “She really just... iced him on stage. Respect.” I stare, mouth dry. “He looked gutted.” “Oof. That’s cold, even for a Virgo.”

I flipped straight to the last page. With a swift, elegant flourish of the wrist, I signed the document. I tossed the pen onto the papers and shoved them into his chest. Gabriel caught the papers against his chest, a smirk of triumph playing on his lips. "Finally. Now, get out of my sight before I have security drag you—" "Wait," a sharp, cultured voice cut through the air. Mr. Harrison, an elderly billionaire and a founding partner of the Pearl Group, stepped forward from the front row.

Harris asked. "Nothing in this world is impossible, bro. It's hard to tell if someone is really nice or just being nice. There's no way you can detect whether a person is fake or not, whether the person you trusted so much really is kind and cares for you, or if it's just part of the script.” "That's why I don't have the will to enter showbiz, even though I know they desperately need an actor who is handsome." "That's right, Hurricane Harris has hit again." Julia bit the barbecue stick she was holding. It looks like they are still together with Harris who stole Yuwi and Israel's barbecue, eh.

So finally now I became the new owner of the all wealth and company. No one can do anything to me now... The mansion, the company, the hotel and other properties...all are legally mine now.. So now I can kill the little bitch..Then my way will be clear... But I wanted her to enjoy the last party that I am giving day after tomorrow in the joy of becoming the new owner... I ordered my PA to invite all the business men and famous men in this town, especially Mr.Hasan Khan, CEO of Khan company... Because I wanted to get him married with my daughter, Maya Ali...

********** JAYSON'S POV I sit on my bed, a maid walks in with the bottle of wine and glass I requested for, she drops the tray by the bedside table, bows and leaves. As Jayson Harris , a young billionaire in LA precisely, 26 years of age, talking of appearance, I am really handsome not boasting, pointy nose, blue eyes, brown black dyed color of full curly hair, a nice set of pink lips and a hot body, I gym everyday. I just built an hotel, the biggest in LA now, and of course it's expensive and 5 star rated, it's top notch. I hope the fashion stylist I choose that Johnson is going to contact is going to do me proud Cherlins Co-operatives.