Sky Millionaire Matchmaker Mga Nobela at Kwento

“God dammit, just tell me already!” “He is a multi-billionaire shoe brand owner and celebrity, I don’t know if you have heard of Kayden Smith,” Martinez explained with a proud smirk on his face, this was exactly what he wanted. “They are happily married, she lives luxuriously, like a queen, while you are here, a jobless ex-con." Jake scoffed, so she had a lot of time, to cheat on him, how convenient it must be to be the wife of a multi-billionaire.

“Most of the rich people here are invited for business purposes, but not all of them are here just for business.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s something called a match partner,” he said, his tone serious. “Basically, a higher or richer person can pay the organization to match them with people they want for different reasons. Some want business alliances, others are looking for personal connections or even potential relationships.” “That’s... interesting,” I said, thinking about why I was here and who put me in this event. “So, how do you know all this?” “I was part of the planning,” Alexander said, “but I’m just here as a guest tonight, not a participant.”

Lilian hurriedly said, “Tell me about it, Madeline!” Madeline said cautiously, “Mr. Morningstar’s wife told me in private that if Draco is willing to marry her daughter and if he’s willing to become the father of her child when she gives birth, then Mr. Morningstar will be willing to give you a dowry of thirty million dollars. Moreover, he would also reserve half of the shelves in all of his supermarket chains exclusively for you in the future!”

He reached for his phone in his sweatpants pocket and turned it on. I stared at his phone's screen in awe. Was he really going to call him? He clicked on Mr. John Hawthorn in his contact list and called him. My heart began to race in fear but I couldn't seem to stop him. I knew I wasn't going to have 40 Million dollars to repay the idiot Hawthorn, but I couldn't get married to Hames either. The only way out was going to be if I met a Billionaire today, who's madly in love with me, fall in love with him and he'll be willing to settle my debts. Oh wait, that was going to be Hames, that was Hames!

Caira said blushing really hard "Hmm, that's great Caira, but are you sure he loves you the same way you love him? Mikel is the greatest Playboy of all kind and think about it, he is also a celebrity and a public figure. He has so many rich and classy girls around him. Selena Madison is a very beautiful and hot fashion model and she's so rich, the internet has it that they're dating, c'mon girl!!! People like mikel can't be trusted!!" Kylee said with a serious look.

“You’re maybe thirty-one at most, and you’re one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in the country. You’re a long way from ancient.” “You think I’m handsome and charming?” Now he was getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’m not the only one.” “But you’re the only one I’m asking to marry me. I’ve made my billions. Now, I want to make a family.” Her eyes widened and she edged back, pulling her hand away in the process. “Easy, tiger. You just jumped from marriage to babies in sixty seconds flat. Don’t you think we should take some time to talk this through?”

* * * June 7th New York Times A Modern Day Romeo and Juliet Women of New York take notice. Longstanding bachelor Silas Prescott is off the market. Today he wed the beautiful Avalynn Carter, long lost daughter of Emerson Carlisle. This union not only caps a decade-long romance but also concludes a business rivalry that spans almost half a century.

I ask, recalling that I promised to match Max’s gift. “No need. One watch is good enough.” Scott says. “I don’t mind..” “We know, but you promised to gift if we won. We didn’t win, so I don’t think the rest of the guys would be okay with taking it.” James says. “But Max…” “Max got to punch that idiot, so that’s a win to her. Besides, there will always be other occasions to spend your money if you keep coming back.” Scott says. “Is that an open invitation?” I ask, a little too excited.

“Nice to meet you, Maverick. This is my wife, Sadie.” After our pleasantries, another couple came. The former notorious playboy Mykel Creed and his wife Adley, the heiress to Kross Industries. How many billionaires did I have to meet tonight? They were all young, gorgeous, and married. Well, except Moses, who gracefully sat beside me at our table in peace. “How are you, honey?” “Grateful and seemingly small.”