A Thousand Million Novels & Stories

"I know you're wondering what you're doing here, you're wondering why I called you? But wonder no more because I want to bring you an offer that will take away your problems." Marcus hands her the document. Sophia quickly goes through it. But she does not speak. "You look a little confused. I'll have Marcus spell it out for you. Marcus, please do the honours." "Yes, sir. So, Miss Sophia Carter, Mr Alexander Blackwood is proposing a marriage contract between the two of you. In exchange for getting married to him, you, Miss Sophia Carter, will get a total of 2 million dollars." Sophia looks confused and disgusted. "What is this? What nonsense is this?"

I whispered, blinking furiously. Ten. Million. Dollars.

They'll lose out on buying me because I'll—" "One million!' "Yeah, one million, three, one million, two, one million, sold!" Good grief!

The little shit that he was. "Two million five hundred thousand" he raised his card. "Three million" I raise my own card. "Three million five hundred thousand" he raised against me. "Four million" I raised my board wanting to rip him to shreds but keeping my cool. "Four million five hundred thousand" He raised. "Ten million" I raised my card and he raised his too. "Ten million, one hundred thousand"

Hello! If you reach this part, then I love you and thank you for going all the way here. This part is to thank everyone who spent their time and money to read One In A Million, thank you so much! Writing this one wasn't an easy game. I spent three months writing it while classes are ongoing. I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending.

The room exploded with laughter. "Mark, let's bet—how long till she crawls back?" "I'm calling it now—Jenna's in your bed tonight, crying to make up!" "I'm in. Her mom sucks up three grand a day—without you, she couldn't even afford a cremation!" The escort flashed a ring in my face, all sugary sweet. "I'm broke, but I'll toss in fifty—she's not getting that divorce." I stared at the ring... then laughed.

A man's feathery voice called from the crowd and everyone broke out in hushed tones. "Ten million going once, going twice, going thri..." "Twenty million."

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.

A hush fell over the room as everyone held their breath, waiting to see if anyone would dare challenge her. But the challenge came, almost immediately. “Forty Million, Five hundred thousand.” I raised my paddle and heads turned to look at me, including her. “Sixty Million!” “Sixty Million Five Hundred Thousand.” “Seventy Million!” “Seventy Million Five Hundred Thousand.”