Harry Potter Makes Money Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Harry said. “What do you want from me?” Tamara asked, giving Harry a death stare. “I want you to pretend that we are both in love and we want to get married. I need you to do this so that I can save my company and also myself from getting engaged to my ex fiance. My father is forcing me and since I don't want to, I need you to help me,” Harry said desperately. “Don't worry about anything, I will offer you a job at my company as my secretary and will be giving you a monthly allowance of $700 so that you can take care of your expenses. I only need one thing from you,”Harry said.

Then, Ruby finally said, "Alright, Archibald! We can call it even now!" Archibald sneered. "Who said so? What about my 750,000 dollars?" Despite the pain, Harry shouted, "What 750,000—" Harry immediately figured it out. Ruby replied, "Someone will transfer the money into your bank account!" Harry reluctantly instructed someone to deposit the 750,000 dollars into Archibald's bank account. Archibald instructed the Roggan followers to make way after ensuring the money had been deposited into his account. Ruby bowed to Archibald. "Until next time!"

I muttered to Sebastian , who still looked too naive to believe me. I didn't see it before, blinded by love, but now I do. I had a fucking goldmime around my fucking fingers all along, so what if I used him? So what if I fell in love with him? So what if I wanted him all to myself? I didn't care about the perspective of anyone any longer. I had been far too blinded by the love of Harry. It was time I built up enough financial value for myself. I saw the only reason why Harry had come to me was because I gave him the chance to leech off me easily. He would have kept up with it.

Maybe I was seeing things out of exhaustion, but when I opened them again, the girl was still behind the stove and Harry was still behind her with his hands wrapped around her. “When?” Her voice was whiny and it sounded like fingernails being scraped against a chalkboard. “You say this all the time.” “Be patient, baby.” He kissed her cheek as she continued cooking. “She’s about to get promoted and I’m sure she has some savings. I’ll tell her I need some money. She’ll give it to me.”

She said curtly and then continued looking into his eyes. "Which of the above-mentioned places earns the most?" She asked. "Luxurious items. Last year there was an auction where Draco's shirt was sold for eight million," He said and an idea popped into her head. "Amazing, arrange an auction, I'll get his clothes. The money we would earn from there, I want to open three clubs under the brand name 'King' let's get some of our own money rolling," She said and Adrian blinked at her. What on earth? Those were fantastic ideas. No doubt the werewolves were loaded, they wouldn't bat an eye on such small increments and that money would be of great help to pay the wages to humans.

"Huh? Me? Well..." When Harry heard his name being mentioned, he could only laugh awkwardly. "I don't work. I just take orders for remodeling cars in my spare time. My brother will give me money normally when I run out of money." The Jacobs family was rich and powerful. It wouldn't be a problem to feed a couple of Harrys. Besides, from Harry's perspective, the Jacobs Group only needed his brother. He wouldn't be of much help and would only make a mess of things.

Noah then returned to his seat. Mr. Chavez walked into the classroom. We all returned to our respective positions. I looked at Harry when Mr Chavez was in class. Why did he come out to give Bella that much money? Aren't they rivals? What exactly is going on between them? That day, Bella addressed Harry as "babe" in front of the class, but when we questioned her about it, she said that she was teasing him to make him angry about her. But now, Harry stood alone and handed up the money. Not just in small amounts but for the total amount required for the surgery. Why did he give that amount of money? If Harry despises Bella, why did he give her that money?

"It wasn't me. The nurse said that I couldn't donate my blood because I had taken sleeping pills just hours before." Harry fell silent. He seemed to be thinking it over. Just when I thought he might love Maddie enough to agree, he shattered my expectations. "I don't have that much money. Not 1,500,000—hell, not even 150 grand." I was stunned for a moment before scoffing. "Wow. So you don't actually love her that much either! You don't even think your daughter is worth 1,500,000!" This amount of money should have meant nothing to him. Yet here he was.

**** Harry was coming over to my place to pick me up for our first date for this fake relationship. I have changed my outfits seven times, seven good times, all because of my date with Harry. He better appreciate my effort, gosh, I'm the one who needs his help. At the end I settled with something very simple since it's a first date. Knowing Harry and his tastes in things, he might pick a simple restaurant for this date. He does not like to spend much on things like that even when he's got lots of money he earns himself. His vehicles, his outfits, his phones, they show that he is not poor. To get those things, I would have to turn to my dad for help, but Harry obviously gets his things himsel

And wearing gorgeous clothes, just one outfit is enough to pay for her tuition for a year. As for Harry, needless to say, having eaten enough delicious food, since childhood, he has learned to spend lavishly. Later, he became addicted to gambling, and in less than a month he had spent all of the Grainne's fortune. Grainne had to study and work at the same time to graduate, and also achieved very good academic results.