Sky Millionaire Matchmaker Novels & Stories

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

A moment later, the address and number came through. My stomach twisted when I read his name again. Opening G****e, I typed it in. Grayson Knight . I clicked the first result his Wikipedia page. And the first thing that hit me… Was his face. I’d expected an old, creepy, rich man with a taste for younger people. But Grayson was young. Handsome. And disgustingly wealthy. It said he’d built his empire himself. From nothing. And fast. One of New york’s youngest and richest bachelors.

But… I wasn’t rich enough for that. Yet. “Bella Monroe?” “Yes?” I held my chin an inch higher. It was either Reed or Monroe. And I loved Monroe better. I almost didn’t pick it because it began with M.O. like Morrison. But I liked it way too much. It made me sound classy. Elegant. The receptionist tapped lightly on her keyboard, scanning through the file on her screen. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “Your interview has been scheduled.” My breath caught slightly. Already?

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

Tsk. I slip into something comfortable, but stylish enough to pass casual scrutiny, and plan my morning escape. A small breakfast café will do just fine, thank you very much. After that, I’m meeting up with my best friend Michelle for an intense shopping spree, on me, naturally. I mean I literally earned 310 million in 2 months what better way to spend it if not on your favorite people.

He replies in a baritone which is an indirect way to silence me. I lean my face on the cool glass of the window watching the ordinary people of the city busy and running in their lives. I stare at the big diamond resting on my finger. It cost my fiancé millions which he didn’t forget to rub it on my face. I will only be a rich doll for display.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight. I stand before you not as a billionaire playboy, but as a man who has faced the shadows of his past and found redemption in an unexpected twist of fate." The revelation resonated through the room, and the attendees, once captivated by the charade, now bore witness to a love that transcended the confines of societal expectations. The echoes of deceit were replaced by the harmonious notes of genuine connection, and Sterling Manor became a symbol of resilience and redemption. As Victoria and Alexander danced under the glittering chandeliers, the shadows of Eleanor's legacy seemed to dissipate. The once-secret marriage, now unveiled to the

Because as much as she wanted him, as exciting as the thought of both of them being together with Levi, she knew it could only exist in her imagination. Cameron was hot, he was a billionaire, and the media described him as New York’s most eligible bachelor. He was eye candy, and everyone wanted a piece of him. Her chances were zero to none. "Cameron has a standard with the ladies. It’s going to take more than your dark hair and flirtatious looks at him to get him under your nails..." "I don’t look at him..." "Oh, spare me, Scarlett, or is it Scarr?" he cut in sharply. "Is the name reserved especially for him?"