Novel & Cerita Books Millionaires Read

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!”

Zayn let out a low chuckled, "Don't worry Araceli, We'll be there with minutes to spare, just enough to keep them on their toes." Miguel chuckled, his amusement tinged with respect. "Mr. Vanderbilt always gets his way, doesn't he?" Zayn raised a nonchalant eyebrow. "Just prefer to keep things interesting, Miguel." I couldn't help but steal a glance at Zayn. There was a magnetism to him, an aura of power that belied his relaxed posture. He was a lion in a tailored suit, surveying his territory. The large doors of the "Finnmam's Enterprises" boadroom was swung open, revealing a room that spoke volumes about its owner's wealth. A large window showcased the Miami skyline, the room had exquisite

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.

Besse knew better than to reply so she just walked away. **** At Jack's mansion Jack sat in his large living room, sipping wine and going through his documents. Ever since his mother died, he saw no reason to stay in his father's house anymore so he decided to get his own mansion. The mansion was worth over twenty million dollars, he didn't even bother to negotiate with the agent, he.just paid right away. The mansion consists of four large bedrooms, two living rooms, a large garage, a huge Jacuzzi and a large kitchen.

Theodore wasn’t just distant; he was consumed by his responsibilities. “One more thing,” Nadia asked, curiosity rising. "I know he's wealthy, but what exactly does he do? How does he make a living?" Miranda’s tone turned serious. “Mr. Theodore is a businessman, Ms. Nadia, and he’s a billionaire.” Nadia blinked, her shock evident. “Billionaire?” she echoed. “He’s a billionaire?” Miranda nodded, her expression calm. “Yes. His wealth didn’t come from his family. He built it himself. The company, his investments—they’re all a result of his hard work. He didn’t inherit his wealth; he created it.”

Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she could hear with her trained ears, the whispers of deadly secrets. In that moment Reena could so clearly see the difference between the rich and the poor, the poor would have savored moments like this, and the hall would be washed with true and genuine laughter that wrapped around everyone like wisps of silks and silver memories, but though the rich did laugh, it was as heady and dangerous as sweet wine as t

He said in a low voice. “Is that so?” MJ raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. “Listen to me, David Botha. My name is MJ Billings; the richest woman in the world. Those who know me say I’m greater than presidents, and mightier than kings.” Her voice sent shivers up his spine, but David refused to show her that she affected him. “I can get anything I want with just a snap of a finger, and destroy everything by just a wave of the hand.” Her face was hard and there was no trace of an emotion on it. “Men wish they had me, and women wish they were me.”

He was more like my dad just that he was fucking me rough and then one day I went to the mall I happened to meet this young good looking guy called Liam he was my age I loved him when I first saw him and we dated for like 2 years then we got busted Milton told me to make Liam sign everything to me then i drugged him and indeed he signed everything to my name and I run away last year Milton got me and apparently I'm owing him 56Million for staying , eating, bathing in his house for free So I had to sell everything that Liam mseleku signed to me and I made atleast 54Million I payed Milton I tried to kill him many times but I failed and now he wants the rest 2 million so I Sold all the staff si

And they really had just received a fortune. “Quick… take the check out again,” he mumbled. Polly carefully retrieved the paper from her pocket, handling it like a priceless artifact that might crumble at any second. Benny leaned in close, counting the zeros one by one. “Ten… hundred… thousand… ten thousand… hundred thousand… one million…” He jumped up. “HOLY— It’s a million-dollar check!” Polly scanned it again to confirm. He hadn’t miscounted. She sucked in a sharp breath. “He’s unbelievably generous. Just hands out a million like it’s nothing. He’s got to be a hundred times richer than Mr. Hill.”

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.