The 5th Millionaire

Publisher Marketing: John Charpillon's friendship with Maurice Demarquay has enhanced his penniless existence into multimillion dollar fortunes in the cosmetics, fashion and perfume industries. Their commonality is found in their homeland, France's Pyrenees, which they have replicated in the Berkshires of Massachusetts. At the age of 34 John is no longer bound to an abusive wife, and has found a suitable target for his affections; Lynette. But fortunes aren't made void of compromising secret ingredients. At the same time, common Lynette has a few secrets she has yet to disclose to her pursuer. The question to be answered is who will out wit whom and secure the Charpillon fortune? "Never trust your heart," warned while empathizing with his bereft countenance. "John," sat up to the table in confidential posture. "My name is Lynette," touched her name tag. "I am so inconsequential that my last name is hardly required by patrons. I am a maid servant of yesteryear. Today, in this time frame, I'm paid a small wage to supplement my tips in order to prove to the Federal Government that I am making minimum wage; a slave's wage. I know my class and have no heady dreams of becoming Pretty Woman or Maid in America. I dwell in the real world John. It is best that you do likewise." Contributor Bio:  Andriello, Celia A WARNING! The author of this work of prose could very well be certifiably in need of emotional repair....but then who isn't? Those that claim that they are not require an eye of caution in conjunction with considerable distance. Due to my strange journey it is difficult to lock myself in on a biography that doesn't metamorph into yet another novel. All of my novels are based on my life experiences be it via my roots in parental abuse beyond anyone's imagination, teaching publically and privately, building creative businesses, trafficking in various products for the benefit of mankind, providing my gift of motivational speeches to various environmental groups and"rights" movements, travel, building the first dream of microcomputers, surviving the tortures of the A. M. A., or just sharing a war with my endearing Viet Nam survivors. Throughout my journey I have been overwhelmed with the inconsistencies of what is said and what is done. My novels are like any fiction; woven into the thread of truth.