Novel & Cerita Sky Millionaire Matchmaker

All because this mystery man, who was surely a billionaire if he had really agreed to give the Springs the absurd amount of money, had believed that she would be the perfect wife. It was then that Grace suddenly realized that perhaps there was a way for her to resolve this situation. And, better yet, without further upsetting your sister. If the mystery billionaire wanted a trophy wife, then surely there would be no more marriage the moment he realized she was far from one! Feeling anxious, Grace darted over to her desk, grabbing paper and pen for her to better organize your ideas. And, just as she had just scratched the white sheet for the first time, the cell phone that had been forgotten

Derek asked me. I nodded my head with a smile. I sipped on the wine that I was holding in my hand. "Of course, she's going to meet me. We are talking about one million dollars here. I mean, think about it. There's hardly anyone in this city who'd turn down that amount. And to be honest, she looks like she could use it" I said to Derek. "Whatever Andres. You are the only one who'd come up with this crazy idea of auditioning women for the position of your wife. I mean, you're a good looking successful young man. Whatever happened to dating and getting married the usual way?" Derek asked me

My eyes zero in on the fifth name. Jei Clementine. Spoilt son of a billionaire father. Filthy rich and pampered. Unlike him, I am not spoilt. I take calculated risks, make informed decisions. Rumours have it that his father threatened to disown him if he continued philandering. Jei is desperate, he needs a reliable company to invest in. To show his father he is making good use of his inheritance asides from spending it on strippers and unreasonable purchases.

he said and his step mother yelled more "don't you ever try that Asher don't..she was still talking when he ended the call and threw the phone back to the table. What nonsense is all this how can she get a girl for me to marry did I in any way tell her or anyone that I need a s**t who wants nothing but my money.wh**es everywhere. My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed.

Luna lifted her head high with poise, her serene smile concealing her nervousness. Among the crowd, one man watched them with a mix of disbelief and frustration—Mr. Gregor Albright. Over the years, he has remained a rival to Jasper, and both never crossed paths. This time, he had hoped to take the deal since Jasper was not married, but he was shocked to see his wife standing beside him. Jasper had outplayed him. “How dare you, Jasper?” Gregor muttered under his breath, clenching his fist beneath the table where he sat. “So, he does have a wife. Hmm… Clever move, Jasper.”

One year later The bi-annual matchmaker’s party was in full swing as the newest members of the club mingled about with the olders ones. Most were interns looking for mentorship oppurtunities, and some had just broken into the world of the elite looking for guidance. There were also some wedding planners roaming about, getting their exposure and making connections. The Billionaire’s Matchmaking Club was an instant success, more so than Hugo and I had ever anticipated. The two of us stood at the balcony of the HQ’s mansion, looking down into the garden with rose champagne in our hands.

The picture itself screamed of wealth, but not the kind you flaunted; it was the quiet, unshakeable kind that belonged to those who owned the sun. She turned the envelope over, expecting more pictures, the mark’s family, their weaknesses. "Just him?" she asked, her voice tight with surprise. "Just him," Emelio confirmed, taking a slow, measured drag of his cigar. "His name is Alexander Hemsworth. Mighty billionaire and a real-estate mogul out of Nashville." Madison felt a flicker of the old hunger ignite in her chest. She picked up the dossier, scanning the numbers. "That’s clean money, Emelio. And lots of it."

“I see matchmaking is a common tradition of the rich.” Emily laughed at Mrs. MacQuoid’s question and turned to face her fully. “I haven’t met him either.” “You haven’t?” she asked. “But you sounded so excited.” “I am, Mrs. MacQuoid, because I want to be with him, and I will stop at nothing to achieve that,” she said sweetly, turning her gaze back to her friend. “He has a little distraction at the moment, but he will soon realize he’s mine later than sooner.”

Peach retorted bluntly, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and then glowering at Madam Jewel. Frowning slightly at her daughter's tone, Miss Grace met her eyes and mumbled, “Peach,” “It’s fine, Grace.” Madam Jewel cut in quickly, taking Peach's hand. "I know you are a woman now, and people can’t be telling you how to handle your life. But… I want you to meet a matchmaker.” “A what?” Peach replied, blinking twice. “Matchmaker.” Madam Jewel repeated, smoothening the back of Peach's hand. “She knows all the eligible bachelors here. She has connections, and she knows the ones from a family with a good reputation, good money, strong body structure, and good personalities.”

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.