Sky Millionaire Matchmaker นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The V cut of her dress shows more of her juicy cleavage. What can I say? She was an epitome of seductress. “I must say Mr. Patterson you have a very beautiful wife. You are a lucky man! Won't you introduce us?" I caged her small waist with my arm and pecked her cheeks. “There is actually no doubt that I am the luckiest husband here. Baby meet Mr. Robert Williams. He is one of our investors, in fact he is the one who is investing a huge sum for my dream project. And Mr. Williams, meet my wife Jennifer."

He studies me for a long moment before sitting down across from me, folding into the chair as if he has all the time in the world. “You must be the infamous Rebecca Smithsdale,” he says smoothly, almost amused. “I’m not sure what you mean, Officer.” Naivety is safest until I understand the scope of their discovery. “You’ve made quite a name for yourself in my precinct today. Wealthy aunt of the city’s youngest millionaire — selling out her own nephew.” He leans back comfortably. “You almost had me fooled.” “I had no intention of ever going against my nephew,” I reply, keeping my tone even. Unbothered.

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

One of the richest businessmen in the country. According to the news and countless rumors, he was also one of the most difficult people to work for. Graziel let out a quiet sigh. At this point, she wasn't in any position to be picky. She desperately needed money. And she needed it as soon as possible. Without wasting another second, she went straight to the address written on the job posting. She had no room for pride anymore. Even if it meant working as a maid, she would gladly do it for her sick mother. The moment she stepped out of the taxi, she almost turned around and left. The mansion standing before her was breathtaking.

I said, irate. His eyes narrowed. “Miss Hughes will make a fine wife, Ryan. You should thank me for securing you such an exceptional match.” That name rang a bell. I glanced at the business card again and then it hit me. “Michelle Hughes, as in Hughes Industries–the leading company in the mining and processing of precious metals and gemstones?” I asked with indignation. “Is all this so you can get a discount on materials? Or to keep me away from Celeste?” Maximilian’s eyes flash. “I have been arranging this union for quite some time now, but your infatuation with that woman has forced me to speed up my plans.”

“Wow. You do know how to make a woman feel special. It has no doubt come as a surprise that you haven’t been able to find a wife of your own, prince charming.” The sarcasm was very evident in my statement, as I looked at him. He was still laughing now as the whole situation seemed to amuse him. “Good to see that you have managed to find the humor in the situation.” He said, I folded my arms, as my mind tried to keep up with everything. One year. That was three hundred and sixty five days, at the end of which I would have Two million dollars.

Right? "Of course she looks familiar, honey," Mrs. Miller said, gliding across the room and lowering herself into the seat next to her husband. She crossed her legs elegantly and smoothed the silk of her robe over her knees. "She's all over the news. Every channel, every paper, every social media feed. She's the only heiress to the McKenzie empire. The active CEO. The woman who's been running the company since her grandfather stepped back." She elbowed her husband playfully, a gesture so unexpected—so domestic—that Justin blinked in confusion.

Mitchelle butted in, taking a moment to scan my outfit from my head down to my toe, Jealousy obvious in her eyes. "She must have slept with him and many other men after she was kicked into the streets. The same way she slept with a pimp while she was married.” Mitchelle scoffed at me, disdain dripping in her tone. ——-"Sugar Daddy? What the heck are these ignorant fools blurting out of their gutters? Mrs Mirabel is married with kids. How could she have a sugar daddy when she's married and owns a conglomerate worth billions of dollars?!” A guest whispered to his partner.

True to its reputation as the largest ballet competition in the world, Finding Stars has attracted many celebrities to watch. Actors, models, billionaires... in general, many people have to spend a lot of money to be able to sit in the largest theater in Milan to admire the most quintessential and refined performances. However, I did not expect that among the guests attending there was the presence of Kaylin. She did not need to buy a ticket but was invited here to participate as the official spokesperson for this contest. And the one who invited her here was Edna Mohini.

“Come on, you can tell me Kathy, I won't judge.” “The guy I'm seeing,” she begins, to which I nod. “He's like a big deal or something so he doesn't want to go to public places with me because in his defense, the paparazzi won't let me carry out a single daily task without hounding me.” “Who are you dating, a superstar?” “Similar,” she laughs. “He's a umm, a self made millionaire but he comes from old money so he's a billionaire heir. The bastard is painfully handsome but I don't care about his money, I'm a millionaire heiress too.”