21 Success Secrets Of Self-made Millionaires Novels & Stories

"Me? You're a self-made man. You have the personal numbers of leaders across the globe. If you sneeze, Wall Street jumps fifty points. Why would you envy me?" "All that I've done, all that I will ever do, it will be abstract, all coming down to numbers. I admit I'm a bit of a savant when it comes to money, but fortunes are made and lost every day. Long after anyone remembers either of us, your rockers will still be here. And while everyone wants money, you can't rock your child in it, you can't snuggle the love of your life with hundred dollar bills. More love will come across the seats of your creations than will ever be achieved by money, mine or anyone else's. Jen was right about you."

I quickly tapped on the Google and typed 'Rehan Malhotra' In a matter of seconds, tons of results popped up and with my heart pumping louder in my chest due to excitement, I clicked on the first result. “Rehan Malhotra one of the most successful billionaire of the country with such a massive empire built at a small age is today an inspiration for millions of entrepreneurs. No one knows that from where he came and how he achieved such heights but whenever media asks this question the only reply they get is his ignorance.” I laughed then clicked on the next result.

When life was still so unfair that he had to live on scraps, barely getting by, he wanted to be seen and acknowledged. But now that he had everything he ever wanted, he felt so empty. Outside, the world saw a man who had made it. Owner of two restaurants, one of the top self-made elites who came from nothing, and a freelance model who sometimes endorsed top brands because it worked either way -it was good for his popularity and increased his net worth. He had over 280k followers on his social media page, and over 72k on his restaurant's page. He was thriving. But no one ever asked how it all began. No one dared peel back the layers of that carefully curated success, and there was no way they

Dhruv shrugged and began, “I’ve been god’s favorite child. I worked too little and achieved too much. Now I get to enjoy in all ways I want to. Putting my money in places without thinking back and forth.” Shanaya smirked, slowly regaining her senses. “You’re only being modest. I can’t imagine you counting on your blessing to do the work for you, Dhruv. Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to share your business secrets with me.” “So you’d like to stay a millionaire for some more years,” he concluded, narrowing his eyes. “Yes. I’m afraid if I become any more successful my feet will no longer stay on the ground.” The elevator doors opened and their shoulders touched as both of them tried to move ou

He regrets showing his identity to some unimportant people just to show his authority but he never regretted punishing those who trampled on him. He smiled weakly and promised himself, "I'll keep my identity and punish the evil!" That moment, he called Darwin and told him to keep the mouth of the six old men shut as he decided to keep his identity but, The news of a hidden young man managing three of the largest company in Kingston spread like a bomb in the whole city. Even businessmen in neighboring cities paid attention to the news and hoped to catch a deal with the genius, in their hearts are full of admiration to someone who reached a high place they can't even in their old ages.

In those short periods that we were together, he amazed me with his simplicity, a different side of him I never expected. He was a self-made billionaire, although he had the wealth of Sir Thomas Grey, his foster father. His business assets could not turn into multi-billion-dollar value if it were not for Sean's brilliance and hard work. Yet Sean did not honor himself with all these accomplishments. He always attributed his success to Sir Thomas Grey.

Amen. You be tall, not small, never small. Go make yourself big. You be rich. You are still fair. Amen to all men of repute. For you, please us. You are real rich with efforts, not riches. You don’t buy success. You create it differently. You are rich. You are sane. Rest all world drives like insane. Create riches more. You be stable like the stone. Amen. I know you whole, not parts, but whole. Carved on stone like the unlocked door. For you to enter free in the world of joys. For you to be in rhythm. Amen.

The First Day at work. Olivia. I stood in front of the gleaming glass doors of Kensington towers, a skyscraper that dominated the upper East Side of the New York skyline. I looked up at the big building that I could bet had over Sixty floors with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of my new job as the secretary to Jake Anderson, one of the most influential billionaires in the world. Ofcourse everyone had heard of Jake or seen him in blogs and articles. He was well known for a number of things apart from his billionaire status.i had spent the past week and the whole of last night preparing for those day.

I heard him say and I said it along with him. "Such opportunities don't come easily and often. So once you have it, you don't mess it up. Even if you want to mess it up, then your reason better be a good one. In your case, I don't see why you should miss it. It's a huge event. I don't think your boss can take you away in the presence of many like that. So If I were you, I would not miss this lifetime great opportunity to share what I can do with people who may want to invest in my ideas. That is how billionaires began their success stories. It is always about presenting their ideas to the world and finding someone to invest in it," I heard Black say and it put a smile on my face. "Thank you,

Fortunately, I arrive unharmed, step in, put the car in reverse and skim away from the spot. I drive right to my penthouse. Arriving at the apartment complex, I park my car in the underground and take the elevator to my quarters. When I'm in, I rush to the bedroom to undress. There I take an extended hot bath, put on a robe and walk out to the living room. I catch a cold liqueur and decide to enjoy it on the patio. As I stare into the distance, I consider that now is the right time to contact Ruth. If her scholarship didn't work out, I could help. In the two years I have lived here, I have worked my way up. Right now, I have written two books about mastering the financial administration of m