Extreme Wealth System Novels & Stories

MIA'S POV "What?" I blurted in awe I wasn't expecting to hear that from him. Denver looked unbothered by the shock in my voice as he continued stabbing aggressively on the keyboard of the BrailleNote Apex Machine in front of him. "Denver! The Chief Operations Officer? That's insane man. She doesn't even know much about the company" Tyler bellowed, clearly irritated by Denver's decision. This made Denver stop abruptly. “Are you forgetting your marriage is simply based on a contract that will come to an end in a few years? What are you saying, man?”

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

A human raised female cannot simply dissolve the social order! The social order you are defending is already dead, Justin, Valerie said, her voice rising with an emotional depth that captivated every viewer in the room. Your pack class system did not keep the territories stable. It kept the elite wealthy while the children of the outer sectors died of synthetic silver contamination because you hid the cures in your private vaults. You allowed frauds like Cynthia Vance to run your medical divisions because they carried the correct surnames. Well, look around you. She gestured to the massive holographic screens displaying the global economic ledger.

A new hierarchy, a perfect order. “What the fuck is this…” I mutter. Milena leans closer, face pale, voice barely above a whisper. “‘And if they don’t survive it… they are too weak. A new system, one where the worthy have superiority, not the poor or weak.’” Her hand trembles as she scrolls. I’m not sure if it's from exhaustion or the revelation. “This is… sick.” File 014: Financial Sponsors – Confidential Dozens of names flash down the list as she scrolls. Corporate moguls, politicians, and known alphas. I recognise too many. Nothing special, not warriors. Just greedy, sharp men with deep pockets and darker secrets.

he asked I blinked—he's really rich? “Boss isn't just rich, he's an elite.” he started “There are thousands of rich families in the world, but the Belladoná family symbolizes wealth and power. They are not just rich, they are old money rich.” I want to laugh to his explanation, he sounds like a side character explaining how rich the male lead is. It's hilarious.

She was watching him as he spoke, forcing her mind to listen to the words instead of wondering why he was telling her this, and what exactly this had to do with the case. “There is general contentment with this system. But the laws that put this system in place are not exactly favorable to the ultra-wealthy who want to stack their riches to the high heavens.” She thought about her family, and her father, her grandfather, the Dankworths, Quills, Erringtons and all the other billionaires back at the complex. “If these people have their way, they are going to manipulate the system to make them richer, and all that gold is not going to rain from the sky. They are going to take and take from the

David grabbed the bottle of water in his hand and murmured. Then, David saw the information on the interface. [Host: David Lidell [Balance: 9999999999999997 dollars [Body: 15 (Weak) [Mind: 28 (Normal) [Skills: Can be added freely, needs to use up lavish points [Lavish points: 0] “Hahaha!” David burst out laughing suddenly. The super lavish system was real. If that was the case, from now on, he would be richer than anyone else in the world.

“We’re just pawns!” "Oh, I’m sure you know more than that," Darren replied, crossing his arms. "And trust me... you don’t want to see what happens if you keep lying." He signaled to someone, and a man in a black suit pressed a button. A large screen behind Darren lit up, displaying video footage of embezzlement, corporate conspiracy, and evidence of the five men’s involvement in sabotaging the company. "Do you understand now?" Darren stared at them sharply, his eyes gleaming with menace. "You can cooperate... or spend the rest of your lives in prison. But this time, not in a state prison, in a private one I built in a wildlife reserve."

"That's it. So from now on, we're going to accumulate thirty percent of your wealth." "Are you crazy?" I scoffed. "Do you think I'll agree to this shit? All I had done was to borrow some money from you, so I'd be able to attend the university. And yes, I've paid you back. I-I didn't sign this contract. You must've fudged my signature or something. I didn't sign this." "My dear…" He raised his eyebrows. "...I can't dare to do something as stupid as fudging your signature. The thing is, at the time you signed this contract, you were eager to do it. That's the reason you signed it without even reading its content."

At that moment, everyone was filled with the extreme desire to own the Rejuvenating Pill. There was no doubt that everyone here today was wealthy, but even if they were not as rich as the Koch family, they had enough money and assets to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and prosperity.