Novel & Cerita A Million To One Book

Comments flooded the live chat. 'Is she dumb or what? Why isn't she grabbing the cash already? He's got HIV for god's sake!' 'Girl, it's 50 million. You don't need to worry for the rest of your life!' I kept my head low. My shoulders were trembling slightly. To Jesse Fleming, I seemed to be shaking from rage, but I was actually suppressing my laughter. Since he was about to die, all his wealth would eventually be mine. So why should I just walk away with 50 million?

The whiff of blood was in the air. Casually he stopped, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers, "One million."

In the vast living room, Leonard sat on a sleek black leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey in his hand despite the early hour. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of his toned chest, and a black Rolex gleamed around his wrist. Across from him, a middle aged man sat at the edge of his seat, his face tight with anxiety, while two massive bodyguards stood behind him, their expressions blank. “Leonard, I promise I’ll pay the debt soon. I just need more time.” Leonard raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip.

He was willing to wait for hours if it had to be someone who had given him wealth through the books he published. that man is truly noble. Axe never stops praising his savior who has given him millions of dollars in the past three years through the books he published. Read My Mind can be said to be a very strange work. A story that tells of a murder without a motive that is confusing but instead manages to attract the attention of so many people that the book continues to be published every year. At that time, he never thought about the success of Read My Mind, felt pessimistic, and did not want to work on it further. But then the man continued to force him and convince him that the book wil

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The silence in the suite had been a strange comfort that I had been enjoying all afternoon. Letting wrap its arms around me as I lounged on the couch with Fifty Shades of Grey balanced loosely in my hands. The pages remained glued to my eyes as I followed every sentence written for my pleasure. I was reading this to occupy my day because this was a hundred times better than replaying Alex’s dumb conversation from breakfast, his voice still lingering in the back of my mind as I tried to picture Christian Gray doing all those things to me.

He’s a millionaire and this woman came from poverty with hatred for a soul. “Maybe Blaire has more power against Alan than he’s able to buy to use against her.” I turn quickly to look at Miller when he finishes his sentence. “You might be on to something!” I walk out of the room and back to our board of leads and collected data from days and weeks prior and begin tearing off pages. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Miller says as he pushes me back but I found the printed article and I held it high for him to see. “This! This is what she has!”

Pregnant, jobless, about to work as a maid for a man who doesn’t even want to acknowledge me. Lucian D. I barely knew anything about him, not really. I hadn’t even heard his name before that night — the night everything changed. And now I was going to live under his roof. Selena’s words echoed in my mind: cartel, rivals, danger. I didn’t know if any of it was true, but I couldn’t take chances. I’d have to do some digging, find out exactly who he was before stepping into that mansion. Then there was his cousin — that warning he’d thrown out before leaving. Lucian’s deals don’t end the way you think. What was that supposed to mean?

My phone buzzed suddenly in my hand. An incoming Call. Restricted Number. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I stared at the screen. Then I answered almost immediately, “H—Hello?” I answered, my voice coming out numb. “If you don’t want her to die,” a distorted, mechanical voice hissed into my ear, “Prepare one hundred billion dollars. No police.” My knees weakened, the strength leaving my legs as if I’d been hamstrung. I slumped against the altar, clutching the wood for support.

With no way out, he had to ride in the same car. Now, I realized why he was so nervous that entire time and why he kept urging me to drive slower. Ashley fell to her knees, crying, "Felix, why would you do this?" Why? I had a good guess. A few months ago, Felix had borrowed money from loan sharks to feed his gambling habit. He couldn't repay them and came begging me for help, but I had no money to give him. When I advised him to turn himself in to the police, he fell to his knees and pleaded, "Please, Sean. You can't report this. If the police get involved, my life is over. They'll break my arms. Please help me, Sean."