My Former Flame: The Tycoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jason tilted his head to the side as if to signal his younger brother to do something. Tyler cleared his throat but my eye remained at Jason’s face, gaping at staring at his admirable beauty. It’s true that Tyler is handsome. But compared to Jason’s, Tyler’s more of a good-boy vibe whereas Jason’s…he could pass as a fierce Italian Mafia boss, whose every breath sent several men quivering and pissing their pants. My wolfie man cleared his throat again which made me blink and ceased my feasting on Jason’s devilish beauty. But as I turn around. Tyler Jane Moonstorm, my wolf-shifting fiancé, is already kneeling on the stone-covered floor, facing me and showing the happiest smile he ever made.

With his utmost confidence as the Young Master of the Damien Family, he squeezed the slightly anxious Diana's petite hand before loudly proclaiming, "60 million!" Diana was over the moon. After all, who wouldn't be moved in her shoes? Is there a woman who won't be envious of me to have a fiancé who's throwing away money recklessly for my sake? She glanced at Sahara out of the corner of her eye, only to see that her eyes were blazing with jealousy. However, Enoch knew that Lynn was determined to win the bid for the car today, so he'd long since given up bidding. Since Connie is here today, the opportunity to stand out naturally has to be given to a Damien from Salem's line. Thus, he was set o

"He was the investor who came to the meeting today." "No, you’re joking." Tamara covers her mouth with her hand as her eyes continue to widen as I tell her the day’s events. "No, I'm not. Beau is the one supposedly interested in making my dreams come true. Beau, the devil." My brows pull together, etching a deep frown onto my face as I realize he just wants to crush my dreams instead of seeing them come to life. There is no other explanation for why he wants to invest. He knows I would never agree to work with him. I am sure he is just trying to ruin my life—again. Apparently, he feels he didn’t do enough damage when he broke my heart.

She tried with all her strength to push the latch but it was locked from the outside, unable to open. She tried with all her strength to push the latch but it was locked from the outside, unable to open. Sylvia pursed her lips tightly, trying to lift her bleeding arm, and forcefully pushed the door open. After finishing work at the company, Liam and his secretary went to a drinking party on the rooftop of a 59-story building of the upper class. Although not very interesting, this is an opportunity to make money from these social relationships. "Master, please!" "Thanks, nice to meet you!" Liam grinned, greeting the big fat man in front of him. Recognize him as Martin - the chairman of the ex

He doesn't deserve to be. I've known him as an influential man who rules the business world, this man who claims to be my Father is no puppet, he is known to be ruthless, a brutal and dangerous business tycoon. This man has everything I need to prove my innocence and claim back Darren's love, and most importantly my revenge on the Taylors. I might not like him so much right now but I need him, I need this strange family I just found myself in.

My dark hair fell in soft waves. I looked beautiful. Like a wealthy princess from a fairy tale. I was indeed a billionaire tycoon wife now. When I walked downstairs, the maids and everyone present including Damian looked up. His eyes darkened for a second. Then his face turned hard again. “You’re late.” he said. My cheek flushed. “I’m sorry.” He offered me his arm, I hesitated before taking it. The warmth of his skin against mine sent a confusing shiver down my spine. He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car.

“Are you sure you want this, Ty? Remember what you said. You told me you didn't want some company deciding how often you have to touch me or look at me lovingly.” Tyler stared down at me, the air in the gym turning suffocatingly thick. The cool indifference melted from his eyes, replaced by a dark, teasing intensity. “Flora,” he murmured, leaning forward just enough to crowd me against the weight rack. “Let’s get something straight. Even if I’m forced to touch you more often, none of it is real. It’s just acting. Besides, getting this branding gig means you go from typical, heartbroken Flora to a high-profile chic. It’s the ultimate way to make your ex bleed.”

“After you finished having sex with my cousin, you have the nerve to call me that!?” “What’s the problem with that? Your cousin does not differ from other women I’ve slept with. Besides,” Flame came closer to me and grabbed my waist. “You’re the one I love. I’m going to marry you. After we finish Yuichi, we’ll get married right away.” I pushed Flame just enough to put some space between us. “You think I’m going to marry you after this!? Shit, Flame, I’m trying to understand you bringing other women into your bedroom and bed, but my cousin too? That fucking absurd!”

"She can't touch us anymore. The truth is out. The debt is settled." Killian turned to her, his hands coming up to cup her face. The ice was gone. The tycoon was a memory. There was only the man who had found his soul in the middle of a corporate fire. "The ninety days were the hardest of my life," he whispered. "But I’d do them all again just to stand here with you." "I don't think I could survive another ninety days of your 'Ice Tycoon' act," Elena teased, her eyes shining with tears of relief.