Tycoon Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Sir, the candidates have arrived." I didn't turn. "How many?" "Four." Her tablet clicked. "Miss Laurent—Parisian runway, speaks three languages. Miss Chen—Juilliard trained cellist. Miss—" "Enough." The crystal tumbler chilled my palm. "Send them in." They entered like a parade of ghosts—each more exquisite than the last. Long legs, pouty lips, eyes that promised lust. They knew the deal. A night with Matteo Moretti meant diamonds in the morning and silence forever.

However, I didn't have the courage for that. I chose to search on the internet. It wasn't difficult to find articles about the relationship between English tycoon Edward Maddox and French model Louise Orleans. It was painful to see so many pictures of them together, exuding love and romance. Evelyn might have been cruel, but she wasn't lying. Even the French media reported the end of their relationship and Edward's subsequent marriage to a young Englishwoman, the daughter of a prominent business associate. I smiled without humor. All this information was within reach of anyone. I just had never looked.

I replied boldly. “Never mind. You are of no use to me.” Shirley replied scornfully. “How long do you think her marriage with your brother last? Last time I remembered, Rex doesn’t go for this type of woman. Is she rich?” Another with blonde hair asked Shirley. “No. She is probably some wh*re who got lucky to be loved by my foolish step-brother. She is excited to loathe the money he got from his inheritance. It’s not that hard to spot a gold digger.” Shirley said proudly, wearing a smirk.

She rolled her eyes again, and I bit my lip hard. I breathed in and out before I asked. "I have kept my own part of the deal, why didn't you keep yours, Lyra?" "What deal?" She asked. "Don't ask me silly question, Lyra. Where the hell is the money? I was supposed to get it as soon as I register my marriage with Jaxon. That was our agreement, Lyra, need I remind you?" I reminded her, raising my voice. "Oh... That?" She stood up, crossing her arms on her chest as she faced me.

The room exuded a sense of extravagant luxury, with the gold and white color scheme creating a visually stunning effect. As she gazed forward, her eyes were drawn to a golden door near the window, its ornate design catching the light. A table and chair stood nearby, and the entire wall seemed to shimmer with the reflected glow of gold. It was no surprise to Gwendolyn that every detail of Lucien's surroundings spoke of his immense wealth.

“Yes. You’ll play the good girlfriend. Would I always need to remind you, pumpkin?” She eyes him as hisses. “What kind of event is it?” “Work related.” He stops and looks at her, scanning the length of her. “I'll send you a dress… No arguments.” He says immediately as she parts her lips to protest. She says nothing and clutches the sling of her purse tightly over her shoulders and continues to walk beside him. They stop in front of a black, sleek Bugatti Chiron. Electra's jaw drops. “Is this you?” She asks.

At such a tense moment, he suddenly realized why Heloise’s man had reacted so strongly when he called him a gigolo. Reginald. The biggest tycoon in THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE. A man with overwhelming power and influence. Heloise stood there on the verge of collapse, kissed breathless by Reginald. His scent enveloped her completely, leaving her nowhere to escape. Only after a long while did Reginald slowly release her. His eyes remained fixed on her as he asked, “Do I smell terrible?” “No...” Before Heloise could finish, the tall man before her began to sink slowly downward.

I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign. A loud wolf whistle caught my attention. "Welcome back, New York's sexiest artist!" I spun around to see my best friend Clara Willow leaning against her flashy red convertible, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses covered half her face, but couldn't hide that million-dollar smile. "Clara!" I was surprised, practically sprinting toward her. "How do you know I'm returning today?" Clara threw her arms wide for a bear hug. "Please, you think I'd let my bestie take some sketchy cab home? Grandma Margaret spilled the beans."

Camilla Bianchi’s POV I stepped out of the white limousine, heels clacking down the stone-laid path. I wore red stilettos, a white flared dress and a matching crocodile-embossed baguette bag. Dipped in diamonds and my favorite watch sparkling under the sun. I was running late and overdressed for obvious reasons. I was dipped in shine and smelled like heaven, just for him. Tariq’s mansion rose ahead like something out of an oil prince’s fever dream.

The General had something to do with it . " Camilla, don't let me meet you there " the owner shrill voice yells again . Camilla keeps her phone quickly in her pocket and runs outside. [ TORONTO, CANADA ] MOTEL Arielle sat on the couch smoking, sitting next to her was a huge tattooed man . " I've work for you Rex , I know you can do it cause you've never disappointed me " Rex smirks inhaling the powdered cocaine . " Of course pretty but my work comes with a price "