Undercover Billionaire: Comeback City 소설 & 이야기

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx

My coffee’s gone stone cold, but I drink the last of it anyway, just to keep myself grounded. ‎ ‎When I close the file, it leaves a faint print of dust on my fingertips. ‎ ‎Damon Vale. Billionaire. Alleged criminal. ‎ ‎Somewhere inside that stack of paper is a truth that could ruin him—or save him. I don’t know which yet. ‎ ‎But as I lean back and stare at his photo one more time, something twists in my chest. Curiosity. A spark of challenge. ‎ ‎People like him aren’t supposed to fall.

“A date? With you? Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” “Don’t get any ideas,” I said dryly. “You’re my cover, nothing more.” “Of course,” he said, his tone far too smug. “But if we’re going to sell this, you’d better dress to impress. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.” I rolled my eyes, already regretting my decision. “Just be ready by seven, Christopher.” “Anything for you, darling. This is going to be fun.” As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. If the Joneses thought last night was bad, they had no idea what was coming for them.

Stark began, turning her head away from the pair and staring out the transparent glass door. Of course, mother.” “Recently, your cousin, Genevieve Carnell, had break the record of having one of the most successful come back after her downfall six years ago by making the cover of Instylist Inc, and EXAT plan to endorse her and signed her with us.” It's like a bomb exploded in Glenn's mind, and she felt all her blood turn to ice as she looked at Mrs. Stark, but she knew to play her part and not let the old lady see the side of her that wanted to scream in rage.

"Hey, new rich guy, you shouldn't be shopping at this boutique. Don't rich people like expensive products with limited editions, like your hobby, Sarah Anthony?" Sarah's face turned red, this time not from pleasure but from offense and embarrassment. "Wait, is your new lover unable to get or not even offered limited edition items?" "Wow! Damn your life, Sarah. Giving up all the fun in front of your eyes for a guy who just got a taste of having a lot of money, aka the nouveau riche, Haha...." "That's enough, you bastard!" snapped Hector with a slap, only for Hector to immediately hold his hand back.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

Anaïs stared at the screen as the hashtag she paid for was replaced by a new one: #FireBornNotFake Camellia sat calmly at the Geneva terminal, watching the airport feed. Howard arrived in a navy coat, sunglasses, and the arrogance of a man who still believed he had options. He checked into the Phoenix guest suite under a pseudonym. But his room wasn’t wired for comfort. It was wired for confession. Sophie, watching from HQ, whispered: “Let’s see what secrets he came to bury.” Before the big address, Sophie walked the HQ floor.

"Old master Cabera asked his family members if they are expecting any guests but they all said no and who in his right mind will visit someone at1 amm? But they were all shocked when the man step out of the car it was known other than Kyle Roland Donald the Ceo of Donald's group of companies and even if the Cabera say they are rich they are no match to the Donalds when it comes to wealth. "When Nicole saw him she was very happy because she has always had her eyes on him but could not meet with him in person but now he is standing in front of her and in their mansion at this time. Then it will be the best time for her to shoot her shot so she walks to where he was standing. Pov

She was wearing a white flowy dress that stopped on her lower hip, and a pair of dark sunglasses that covered her eyes. She walked to me at a shrouded, majestic pace that reminded me of wealth. There was no doubt she came from a wealthy family. The white Versace dress and purse she was wearing reflected that. "Please help me, ma'am," I said as she removed her sunglasses to look at me properly. Right now, an opportunity was put in front of me. If I played my cards right, I may just be able to survive. "Miss you should go back to the car and—"

" the woman asked Ava, who denied. -I am the assistant. -The woman was surprised. -And you can afford those clothes on the salary you earn? Ava was quiet for a few moments. -It's a rental. -I only said that so she wouldn't feel more uncomfortable with her questioning. Ava was washing her hands when the red-haired woman left without saying anything to her; finally, the restroom was alone, and Ava took the opportunity to look at herself in the mirror. She did look different. In the reflection, another woman barely smiled when the door opened, and a mature lady appeared, with silver hair and elegantly gathered. - Are those kinds of women who accompany billionaires now called "assistants"? -Ava