Anonymous Millionaire Reviews Novels & Stories

I'm sure he will be amazed by the type of my clothes and the fact that it's expensive and not the one I like wearing. Well, I'm like this because I was forced. "I heard from Emily that you got sacked. I'm so sorry. I would have called you if I had your number." " No problem, let me get it now," I tell him and bring out my phone. Alexander made a deep gasp as he stared at my one million dollars phone. I laugh mentally, glad that my life is better now. I have never owned a phone, and I never anticipated it. Phones, gadgets, and laptops are something owned by the rich. And since I'm not, I decided to forget about it.

“What bullshit are you spewing now? I never transferred. This is my first time being at a university. Unlike you, whose daddy just handed you everything on a silver platter, I had to earn what I have now.” That got the crowd’s attention. I heard them whispering, asking each other about my identity. No one really knew who I was, but some admitted that I looked familiar. “Is that right?” I tilted my head at him. “So, Marron Greene of Greene Electricals doesn’t care enough about his only son to even pay for his education? Even though his net worth is 80 million dollars as of this year?" “Liar!” Kellin cried out, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected me to know that much about him. “Do all you billionai

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

“You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.” That caught me off guard. I tilted my head slightly. He finally looked up. Young, maybe mid-twenties. Dreadlocks pulled into a neat bun. Clear eyes. Calm face. Zero trace of intimidation. I raised a brow. “Is that so? That’s a pretty bold take.” He shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter now, fingers still idly drumming against the keyboard. “You asked for a table. I told you how it works,” he said casually. “It’s not a take. It’s facts. Rich folks cancel all t

I shrugged as she scoffed. "If you're really into being an independent woman, why don't you just ask him to start a big business for you? You won't even have to go to work, he will get you a manager and that's it!" She fused as I twitched my lips. "Have you ever checked his Networth on G****e? This young man has 800 billion dollars to his name and that is just an internet record, he definitely has way more than that in real life!" Annette said as my heart jumped, 800 what!? I didn't know he was with such an amount! He doesn't even act it at all!

but the winner was, of course, the billionaire beauty. The smirk on her face was the proof, she was happy, more of it she was proud. "So.. you failed again? Future Mrs Francois De Ville?" Billina sneered while Leah scoffed and replied, "There's something about you. You're different." "First of all I'll ruin your whole life, I'm Satan." replied the billionaire beauty. "You don't think you've won the game, do you?" Leah asked, crossing both of her hands around her chest. Just then the baby cooed and Billina replied, "You might get your answer by now."

Liam said as he pulled the blinds. Living room "Is she awake?", Kun asked as I ended the call. "Apparently, I replied. I saw Aidan coming down the stairs. "Congratulations", Aidan said and left. I sighed and climbed the stairs. "Will your boss hurt me?", Jenna asked. "No", Liam replied. "Will you hurt me?", Jenna asked. "I dare not", Liam replied wondering why she was asking weird questions. The door opened and two men in black tuxedos entered followed by a man that looked like he was in his early twenties , he had a shoulder long white hair. His body was adorned with tattoos and his face was void of any expression. Liam bowed immediately he saw him.

Rather than accept, the man narrows his eyes, and I know he’s one of those rich entitled assholes who thinks he’s supposed to have anything in the world. “$100,000” he says smugly, and everyone gasps. A few years ago, I would have gasped too. Now, I only narrow my eyes back. That's the problem with having such an open invite, I wasn't able to sift out the prideful millionaires. “Sir, I said-” A deep voice rises at the back, “I’ll give you 1 million for it.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise. I know that voice, more than I know my own soul.

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

“A netizen sent a private message to inform us that she saw the mysterious buyer of the one-of-a-kind luxury car in the entire world worth up to a hundred million dollars. The netizen also said that this car owner was a classic tall, rich, and handsome man. Moreover, she has fallen in love with him at first sight…” The number of comments in the comment section already exceeded 100,000— “If he’s so rich, why doesn’t he just donate to charity? Does an expensive car like this allow you to fly?” “To the above commenter, aren’t you a little too jealous? How do you know if he doesn’t donate? If you like donating so much, why don’t I see you donating your wage…” “Hahaha… My state of poverty limits