Becoming Rich Overnight Novels & Stories

I discovered that I can predict what will happen, what has happened, and what is happening in another part of the world. Because of hate, I used all those powers to steal the trade secrets of all business tycoons in the world, and I became one of the youngest billionaires of the country. I became Mr. Timber of social media. Yes, because I need to trick the people from thinking differently about me, and my riches.

Chapter Forty One Nina “How do I become a billionaire overnight?” I input the words into the browser on my mother's phone and a lot of inspirational and motivational quotes about patience , reading books and working hard in school. Dude, it’s like the internet doesn’t know how desperate I am right now and I thought it had solutions or atleast answers to everything?

The elite party with the twelve powerful men and the mysterious Master marked a turning point. After that night, our anonymous platform exploded with requests from the upper echelons—CEOs, hedge fund kings, tech billionaires, and even a few politicians who valued discretion above all. We never turned down the right offer. The money flowed in like a river, paying off every debt, filling our closets with designer lingerie and heels, and turning our home into a pleasure palace. But more than the cash, it was the addiction that gripped us now. We were never ready to stop. The hunger only grew.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

Mildred nodded, "Yes, earlier your uncle wanted to invest in the Flower Bay Project, and I gave him all the cash I had. Now, I only have about a hundred thousand in pocket money." Justin was taken aback. He didn't know that. "Well, Grandaunt... Could you lend me that sum first? I'll give you an IOU," Justin asked. It may only be a hundred thousand, but what if he had good luck and managed to turn things around? In the casino, many people lose their entire fortunes overnight, but there are still those who become overnight millionaires. Just last night, he witnessed someone winning several million in just one night. While ordinary people toil for a lifetime without earning that much, some indi

Each one with more zeroes than the last. Tens of millions. At first I froze. But then I remembered. Today was the second date Fennrick had promised I’d get rich. He had taken that five million and invested it into two dramas. Both had just gone viral. And the dividends all came to me. There it was. The wealth I’d wanted so badly. But the thrill evaporated almost immediately, replaced with a hollow ache. I wondered where Fennrick was now. If he knew how much I’d earned.

“It’s not a big deal, just a small hiccup. I’ll get through it. I’ll drop out of Uni and it’ll all be fine.” That was when Ella suddenly dropped her bombshell, “I know how you can get at least fifty thousand pounds overnight.”

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

"Need new equipment. Same specs as last time. Deliver to my new address." Three seconds later, the response came. "Done. Three days." I sent another message to my contact in Singapore. "Secure video platform. Need it up by tomorrow. Priority." "Already on it." That was the thing about being rich. Not comfortable rich or sort of rich or my father left me a little something rich. But rich rich. The kind of rich where you do not look at price tags because the numbers stopped meaning anything a long time ago. My books had sold forty million copies. The Miracle Doctor consultations started at fifty thousand dollars and went up from there. I had offshore accounts and investment portfolios and a fi

Not from the father's account, which he absolutely controlled, but from a separate, secret life, carefully maintained, quite apart, with the quiet discipline of a woman who had figured out something about her marriage that no one else was supposed to know. Third: a journal. Aria found a place to sit on the floor of the storage unit, putting her back against the cool, metal wall, then started reading. She was home at seven. Adrian was working in his study. She noticed the light under the door and, held to the hallway outside by the journal that she had pressed against her chest, she stood there for a long time, mother's handwriting residing behind her sternum like a second heartbeat. She had