Sky Millionaire Matchmaker Novels & Stories

I point out, attempting to smooth down my hair, which has apparently opted for chaos over civility. Three months of investigating have led us to Platinum Connections. The most exclusive matchmaking service in the city, where wealthy clients pay obscene amounts of money for the promise of true love. With an undivulged side-effect, which has some of them end up dead or financially ruined. "That's kind of the concerning part."

Ellie still never paid attention to all these and kept on walking home. “You know, you can have her if you want. You have the power to make her obey your commands if you want her to. We all know your father is a billionaire and you can easily get whatsoever you want without lifting your fingers. You just have to get your money to do the job. She seems to be a cheap girl, judging by the way she is dressed. Just walk up to her and offer her some money and you will see her being eager to warm your bed tonight”, the third guy, said. “That’s a nice idea, bro. Let me shoot my shot”, the second guy, who seemed to be the rich one among them said, preparing to walk up to Ellie.

Selena replied. “Selena, girl! You promised me a few years ago when we were in Milan that you were going to find yourself a handsome and wealthy man. You’re beautiful, intelligent, talented and such an amazing mother. Any man would be lucky to have you!” She complimented and scolded her at the same time. “I know, it’s just, I don’t find anyone interesting enough right now.” “Oh really? Then, do you want me to introduce you to someone? I know a few men, And trust me they are very wealthy, you won't have any problem being with them at all.”

“He’s practically our son-in-law already. What project wouldn’t he agree to?” “Mommy, I’m done,” Mia whispered, blinking up at her. Why hadn’t her mother taken her out yet? Miranda finally opened the stall door. At the sink stood a middle-aged woman dressed to impress, her designer handbag resting on the counter. A diamond necklace worth millions sparkled at her neck, and a chunky gold bracelet gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Through the mirror, the woman glanced briefly at Miranda but didn’t recognize her. She might have seen her photo before, but meeting face-to-face hadn’t triggered any memory. Besides, her thoughts were occupied with only one thing—her daughter’s future marriage in

“She literally promised she could find someone for me with ‘a soul as old as yours.’ Whatever that means. But I’ve yet to see a man in her orbit who looks average. It’s suspicious.” “You need to do this,” Mara said, pointing at her as if giving a royal decree. “I need to know what shifter matchmaking includes. You need a date. I need entertainment. It’s perfect.” “Better this than my mother signing me up for a soulmate website again,” Lena muttered. Mara groaned. “Don’t remind me.” Lena’s face twisted. “My ‘perfect match’ was a man with seven kids, three ex-wives, and a part-time job cleaning bowling shoes.”

"Ballsy or stupid? Jury's out. Coffee? Lucian's in a meeting, but he'll be back soon." "Sure," I said, following her to the kitchen. Our hands brushed as she handed me a mug—electric. "So, tell me—how'd a girl like you end up in this revenge plot? Sounds like a movie." She leaned on the counter, close enough I caught her scent—vanilla and something wild. "Long story. Cheating groom, mysterious savior... you know the drill. But you? Single fisherman billionaire? What's your type? Spill—I love matchmaking."

I can hear my own heartbeat, loud and irregular, pounding against my ribs. I pick up the paper with trembling hands and read the article, my heart pounding faster with every word. "Sources close to the family confirm that Millicent Hale was paid to marry billionaire Damon Hale as part of a business arrangement. The 'marriage' was contractual from the start, with the former Mrs. Vel receiving substantial financial compensation in exchange for her role as the public-facing Mrs. Hale..."

Dante Moretti, the terrifying billionaire, destroyer of business rivals, master of intimidating boardrooms was standing in the kitchen whisking pancake batter with a deeply suspicious expression. I bit back a smile. “What?” he asked. “Nothing.” “You are smiling like a child who has seen their presents on Christmas morning.” “I am not.” “You are.” I turned back to the stove before he could see my grin. Soon the kitchen filled with the warm smell of butter and pancakes. Sunlight poured through the large windows, lighting the marble counters and making the whole room feel cozy in a way I hadn’t expected from a house this big. Dante set the table while I finished cooking.

On the surface, it's just a shitty whore house that suddenly made it big by choosing just the right women, but underneath, it was a haven for kinky celebrities that wished to explore that side of them without the public eye catching on. "Shut it and continue eating." I ordered the man below me. He was one of the VIPs and, more importantly, one of the wealthy ones. I tried so hard to get him, digging up on him to make sure he would pick me to be his partner. Mr. Mickelson is an old, grumpy, yet agile man who ran one of the biggest companies in this town. He is rumoured to be into a few shitty dealings, but that just makes him more rich and the perfect person to exploit.

Ruby wasn't happy, but she calmed down and raised her head proudly. "Ricauter, this is Candace, my parents' adopted daughter. They adopted her because they were afraid I'd be lonely. Then he looked at Candace and said shyly: This is my fiancé, Seth his eyes were full of arrogance and glee. Candace smiled charmingly: "Hello. They make a good couple.