Book Review The Millionaire Next Door の小説・ストーリー

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

Ian asked and I sat there dumbfounded, not believing that this is the same Ian I knew years ago because that Ian will not talk like that and be this selfish. "First of all just so you know you just won the award of the world's biggest asshole at the moment. How do you know that I still love you? You think I want your money, in that case Ian Sinclair you are wrong, I don't want a single penny from you. FYI I am already a successful woman and I have got my own money. I don't need yours, I am not like the other women or gold diggers out there who rely on men to fulfill their demands. I hate you." I snapped. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that the Ian I knew back then is buried somewhere

A business in Finland was definitely a very smart idea. The plane landed sooner than I expected and I carried my suitcase down. I had refused to let Everett pay anyone to come pick me up. The guy monitored me way too much for his own good. But I was quickly beginning to regret that decision of mine while struggling with the location of my apartment. Everywhere in Finland looked exactly the same. How did they even live here? Right now, where I was looked more like a supermarket of some sort, there were a lot of people selling goods and others doing grocery shopping. At least I knew where to go for my grocery shopping. Yeah like I would cook.

“Vincent, please stop. I don’t want to talk about Dion. Hey, Mr. Carlson also got me an internship in one of the biggest companies in the world of business. He said if I do good, I might even be a permanent employee there.” “Wow. That is…Mpumi, that is great!” “Yeah! He is the acting CEO of Metallic Wholesalers. He said something about the previous acting CEO gone missing. But hey, thank God he’s the new CEO, right? Else I wouldn’t have gotten the internship. He is the sweetest rich person I have ever known!” . . . I'll be releasing 2 new books!! BOOK 1: K*lling The Billionaire's Brother BOOK 2: I'll Bring The Alpha To His Knees

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

“And if this backfires?” Mark’s expression darkened. “It won’t. I’ve waited too long for this. This time, they’re going down.” The next morning, the first wave hit. A series of articles surfaced online, questioning Sophia’s rise to power. Headlines like From Heiress to CEO: How Family Ties Built a Corporate Queen and The Muller Legacy: Power, Privilege, and Manipulation spread like wildfire. Sophia sat in her office, scrolling through the articles with a sinking feeling. While none of the claims were overtly false, the tone and insinuations painted a picture of nepotism and opportunism.

Maybe she feels that I took her for granted? I picked up my phone quickly and called my driver Clinton. "Book a reservation tonight for 2 in any fancy restaurant in town by 9pm" I stated, he understood and I hung up the phone. I then called in my personal secretary. One of the greatest advantage of being multimillionaire is that we can work from home and our assistants get to stay along all the time. " Go to the kitchen and call the maid called Rae" I ordered, and which she did immediately.

“Whatever, it's done, it's done. I'm not going to get into a fight about things that have already happened, the important thing is the future. You better tell me about that place, are the people reliable? Is it a reliable place? “he asks a bit desperate. Well, it's not the Hyatt, or any other five”star hotel. However, it will serve you for the purposes you want," he explains, putting the millionaire on notice. It has a separate entrance from the other apartments, and even from the complex itself, so you can go in and out without being seen. It is a small and very private place. To be honest, it's a pigsty, but it can be useful. Ayden has no idea what a pigsty would look like, he has never be

he says casually, lips curving into that infuriating half-smirk. There it is. The line. The one that lands like a punch. I stare at him, really stare. The man who once slept on my couch because he missed the bus. The boy who used to trace patterns on my back when he couldn’t sleep. Now a billionaire with a penthouse key and a talent for ruining my life in new and creative ways. “This is a nightmare,” I say. “If it helps,” he replies, “I didn’t plan it this way.” I scoff. “You don’t plan a lot of things, Leo. You just let them happen and deal with the damage later.”