Sky Millionaire Matchmaker の小説・ストーリー

The Matchmaker and the Billionaire . Louise Rose Stewart They say all's fair in love and music. I say love is unpredictable and sometimes unfair. In the name of money, I have to pretend to be the most famous matchmaker in town, which is obviously my Aunt Rosy. It was a twist I didn't see coming! How could I resist when they offered a substantial six-figure digit for the job? This money could alleviate our financial burdens, clear our debts, and ensure Aunt Rosy's medical needs are met.

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

"Well, let the speculation begin. No one will guess this, though. My beautiful wife to be and the mother of my child." The newspapers in town ran rampant with stories about the pair. As was the norm when they went out in public. He was the son of a billionaire who ran a multinational company. Maverick was a millionaire in his own right. Scarlett was the unknown in everything. Maverick walked onto the office floor that held his office and his fathers, who was in his doorway waiting. That was not all that surprising for Maverick to see. He expected it and was ready for it as well. He knew what was coming.

I had just come out, and when she saw me, she thanked me continually and told me how grateful she was for my mistake. I admitted to her that I had done it on purpose because I knew they would be great for each other. I told her that I was very happy for her, then made a joke about being a professional matchmaker. She looked at me surprised and hugged me tightly. The next night I get a call from her, asking me to play matchmaker for her friend and that her friend would pay me too. I was surprised but said yes since the amount of money she said, was a lot. I had friends who were celebrities and knew who would be great for her friend, soon after meeting her. It went well, and she ended up getti

I was beginning to think about how Clara would feel if she noticed that Michigan, her sister, was my business partner and the reason why the event was taking place. I hope she accepts this in good faith because I know that Clara might be jealous that her sister is now competing with me in terms of wealth and riches. I just hope she behaves well, but I know Clara to be someone who is proud to be my wife and doesn't care if you have many mansions. The thought of being the wife of the son of the president was enough for her, and I know that was why many ladies were flocking around me till I disappointed them and got married to Michigan, the daughter of nobody.

It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him. However, it didn't escape my notice, on how much of this was quite a coincidence. How funny would it be if the Simon Lawson I was asked to marry, was actually the multi billionaire Simon. I chuckled to myself, as I shook my head incredulously at my thoughts. That would never happen. I was pretty sure it would probably be some model or a celebrity, with a gorgeous body and perfect life.

Thinking he had helped her a lot, she smiled and offered, “Mr. Ashford, let me treat you to a meal to say thanks.” Howard—she had secretly checked his profile just now. A well-known tycoon in Cindale, partner of the Schmidt family, and a giant in the entertainment industry. High status, young and successful, rich and good-looking—and that face really was strikingly handsome. After seeing Micheal’s true colors, she now felt Micheal was the ugliest man alive. Howard thought about it, his lips curving into a faint, slightly teasing smile. “Alright, let’s go.” Fanny: “…” I was just being polite.

Helga said while still polishing the fixed glass nails on her feet. "Mum! You have started again, well, if you must know, Marcus, isn't a poor person again, he is now a millionaire, he won some millions through his normal sports bet, so stop referring to my boyfriend as a wretched fellow anymore," Miranda said with annoyance as she walked out Helga's room, Helga escorted her out with her eyes as she let out a thunderous hiss before accompanying it with a burst of hectic laughter. ****

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”