Sky Millionaire Matchmaker Novels & Stories

They always desperate for some photos or scoops that never appeared on conventional gossip sites, but that the High Society ladies would eagerly browse in their favorite magazines, where only people with more than nine figures in their bank accounts would appear. “Just six months away from this kind of shit and I can forget how unbearable it is.” Massimo echoed her thought, resting his head against the back of the seat as the gates of the enormous mansion opened for them, revealing the entire brightly lit facade and with several other limos and sports cars leaving guests there “If there's one thing that old mummy was right about me, it's that I've never been able to get completely used to th

She wasn’t even sure why she was slightly amused, or why she expected anything different. Typical Robert, she thought. Always busy, always juggling a million things at once. That millionaire playboy aura was something he wore like a badge of honor, and it didn’t surprise her in the least that he had somehow managed to squeeze in a blind date arranged by his mother of all people. The man was probably juggling more things than he let on—business deals, meetings, and now, apparently, high-class matchmaking.

Clark replied and went back to his pasta. I gave an exasperated look to Mia that said, 'Is this seriously the guy you fell in love with? A broke mama's boy?' Mia sighed. It was too late. If she broke off the engagement, the debt would still be there and she would have to answer to her parents as much as her parents would have to answer to the society they lived in, why their daughter's marriage didn't happen. Their parents were old-fashioned people. Once they had committed, it was Mia's duty to see it to its end. No matter the price she had to pay. Poor people only had respect. She couldn't let her family lose that too.

“The hell you are. She already looks like a hayseed who’s too young for you. The gold digger comments alone are going to be a nightmare. She has to look the part. It’s about appearances, Will, you know that.” “I don’t give a damn about—” I began. “I’ll get used to them. I have to be, like, some kind of arm candy, right?” she interrupted. “McKenzie, you don’t have to…” I tried. “Of course she has to. She’s going to be Mrs. Masterson, wife of William Masterson the Third. She wears heels. She hosts luncheons. She sits on charitable boards,” he said. “She finishes school,” I added firmly. “I’m not budging on that point.”

he said as he smiled sinisterly. “Please, Sir Mateo, you need to reconsider,” the lady weep. “Toyin, you should stop the tears, because what I'm offering you is a lifetime opportunity. You have the opportunity to become in-laws with a billionaire family. Alex will get a life changing opportunity to be married to a billionaire husband. A lot of girls are praying for such an opportunity” he stressed. “Opportunity to get married to a monster? Then why isn’t he married yet, why?!” She flared and her husband touched her arms and motioned her to keep silent.

Lindsay finally asked, holding back for as long as she could, "did you deliberately hold my birthday party there today just to provoke her? Am I just a pawn in your game?" Michael was undoubtedly the best possible marriage prospect. The Morrison family's background was powerful, beneficial to both her family's business and her own career. Among the wealthy heirs in Goldmont City, Michael had the best reputation, and his looks and bearing were on par with celebrities in the entertainment industry. Truth be told, even quietly tolerating the fact that he had a past wasn't entirely unacceptable. But Lindsay was proud—and that store manager was nothing more than an ill-mannered adopted heiress wi

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

“Good morning to you too, Millie.” Millie scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I'm talking about! You’re not even his type. Raymond is powerful, sophisticated, and wealthy. And you… Well, you’re just you, useless, you don't have anything to your name , and you're totally out of his league.” I am the perfect person to be his wife, not you Michelle, “Because I match him in every aspect, talk about money, class, power…I have everything you lack!” Millie said, obviously agitated.