Book Review The Millionaire Next Door Novels & Stories

“Just go on your own and find a book.” Vincent felt jealous that Ryan was smart enough to see he was using this chance to have her alone. ‘Slyvester is such a lucky dumbass man,’ he thought inwardly. Fortunately, Vincent and Slyvester made a plan beforehand. "I'm not the one who needs the book." Vincent took the cell phone and showed Ryan the conversation between him and Slyvester. Ryan leaned closer to read them. [“Vincent. Are you still in school? Can you find me the book: 'The 7 Habits of highly effective People' by Stephen R. Covey?] – Slyvester

"Don't ever put down being a millionaire. Billions of people would love to trade places with you financially." "I realize that, but there is a definite difference between millions and billions. After all, today, there are many millionaires who are actually broke." "What do you mean, exactly?" Kittridge asked. "Well we all know people whose homes have increased in value but their income has not. For example, I know a friend who inherited his parents' home after they died. Since the real estate price have skyrocketed and the house has no debt on it, he is technically a net-worth millionaire, but he and his wife Still struggle financially because they earn less than $90,000 a year. They have th

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

Again, Sophie's eyes communicated with Joyce so intensely that if the other two were watching them, they would have noticed. “It's not that cute,” Sophie closed her eyes to imagine the lies she was about to tell. She needed the scenes to play out in her head as she told them. “Well, we went out for that event and when I came back, I realized that I had a new neighbor. You know how top-tier that particular floor is? Guys, it's very expensive and shit and I know how much struggle I went through before I could get one of the top apartments in the place.” She heaved a sigh.

“Because from where I was standing, everyone looked pretty entertained.” I stayed quiet. “You know what the worst part was?” she continued sharply. “Watching those older businessmen spend millions like pocket change while you sat there saying nothing.” Something inside me stiffened. “Celia.” “No, tell me I’m wrong.” She crossed her arms tightly. “You couldn’t even keep up financially with the people around us tonight.” My jaw tightened immediately. She wasn’t entirely wrong. Ten million dollars. The anonymous bidder had thrown that number out effortlessly while I sat there mentally calculating whether Celia had completely lost her mind.

Jack shifted beside me, his face growing serious for a moment before a small, reassuring smile appeared. "Viv, you don't need to worry about that." He reached for my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I know it seems like a lot right now, but we’re not going to fall apart when they’re gone." I managed to smile, teasing him in return. "I don’t know, Jack. I’ve gotten pretty used to this billionaire lifestyle. It’s hard to imagine living any other way." He burst into laughter, the sound filling the room, "Oh, so that’s what this is about?" he teased.

“It’s moisturizer. Stop making stuff up.” “Yeah, sure,” she teased, tossing her purse onto the couch as she walked in. “That moisturizer sure made you this much of a star. My best friend is hot gossip, trending on every damn media platform. ‘Who is the billionaire’s mystery woman?’ Ugh, fu*k those people! They are vultures.” I laughed at her dramatics, shutting the door behind her. “It’s not that bad, besides, I don't let it get to me.”

she said. Patricia's eyes widened, she scoffed and starts laughing out so hard. "Dom! That hurts my ego!" she yelled. Dom just didn't mind her and focuses her eyes on the road. They had already arrived in the Mclaine"s huge mansion. Both of them were shocked. "Wow, I didn't know Mclaine's are so rich." Patricia said. "I know right, but my dad told me that they are one of our partners in business." Dom said.

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!”

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.