Become Billionaire With The System Novels & Stories

“You’re here, Elara. Please sit.” Elara stood by the table, her gaze cold. Lydia didn’t mind. She calmly took out a check and placed it on the table. “Elara, here is ten million dollars. I believe it’s enough for you to live worry-free for the rest of your life.” She lifted her eyes, her expression carrying quiet superiority. “I know Victor’s illness has been a burden, and now you can only take small acting roles. It must be hard.” “With this money, both you and Victor can live more easily.”

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

- A billionaire trying to buy his way onto the right side of history. - A disgraced agent carrying the weight of a decision that had fed all of them. - And now, a genius sociopath in a jumpsuit, offering to help because he didn’t like amateurs playing with his toys. Every part of me that had ever designed a system said: this is solvable. Every part of me that had ever been strapped to a chair said: this is how you die. And somewhere, between those two instincts, a thinner, quieter voice said: Not if you write the terms first.

And beneath that charter, the system was writing a new line of text in real-time, using the silver-grey fluid that was currently dripping from my palms: [REVISION 4.0: ALL BIOLOGICAL REMNANTS OF THE TRAINING CYCLE ARE HEREBY CLASSIFIED AS INTANGIBLE REVENUE.] [STATUS: FULLY EXTRAPOLATED INTO THE CORE CAPITAL.] "You did an excellent job, copy," the baby’s voice didn't come from my head this time. It rattled out of the Director's melted throat, it boomed from the Military Trucks, and it vibrated through the Iron Girders of the bridge. It was the voice of a forty-year-old billionaire trapped inside the vocal cords of a newborn. "You carried the 'Grit' through the fire. You proved that the templ

Connected from the very beginning. Nathaniel closed his eyes. "Margaret was there." Of course she was. Always Margaret. Always at the center. "What was she doing?" Vivienne asked. His shoulders shook. The answer clearly haunted him. Then he whispered it. "Choosing." The word hit the room like a bomb. Nathaniel looked sick. "She believed only one child should inherit everything." No one spoke. Because we all understood. The inheritance. The obsession. The manipulation. It had started much earlier than anyone imagined.

"Maybe I can start working here as soon as I can. You know, joining the family business." I paused what I was doing and looked at her. "I'd like it if you went to university though." She pouted. "Won't it be better if I start working right away?" "That sounds cool but I want you to have a better future." "Says the woman who married a billionaire." I rolled my eyes. "That's not the point. You saw how hard things were before this marriage so, I don't want you to get lazy just because we've become privileged."

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor