How To Get Rich Book Novels & Stories

“Say, what else can I do besides opening a bookstore and an online store? Which industry will let me make a large amount of money quickly?” Jasmine laughed. “If you’re lucky, then go buy lottery tickets. You’ll have a large amount of money if you win a few million.” “Forget it. I’ve never been that lucky. A person has to get rich through their own earnings. It’s no wonder I’ve always been poor.”

On the breakfast, she told him everything, how she found out about the existence of the real Ivana, how she ran away, how she met Reece and ended up attending his nephew's birthday and how she ended up in front of his book store. "I see," He nodded. "And... hmm..." She hesitated, Come on, Elle, didn't we decide to be shameless? Her subconscious self proded. "Remember I told you I can make you rich?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "So?" He shrugged. "When I get back, I'll turn this bookstore into a huge publishing house, and from the owner of this small book store, you'll be the owner of that huge publishing house, how does the deal sound?" She looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

"Control. I control the flow of money and goods through Chicago. If you want something the legal way won't give you, you come to me. And you pay. Handsomely." He pulled up something on his computer. Bank accounts. Lia saw the numbers and nearly fainted. $47 million in one account. $23 million in another. $156 million in offshore holdings. "You're rich," she breathed. "I'm wealthy. There's a difference. The rich have money. Being wealthy is having power." He closed the laptop. "And I've built this from nothing. Started at nineteen with a gun and a stolen car. Now I own this city. Everything that matters."

I am guessing that a rich family started this little town, and that is why the names are all the same. I notice that the book store has a help wanted sign in the window. I need a job to keep my parents from wondering where I am getting all the money from. I don’t trust them. As unreal as it may sound I have made enough money that I would never have to work again. The stock market can be a magical thing once you figure out how to use it. I have worked hard to keep that a secret from my parents because I've got the fear that they will take it. I do not want my future at risk because of their incompetence.

I closed my eyes briefly, again imagining her beneath satin sheets, naked under one of my shirts, waiting for me to ravish her. It wasn't a marvel. I was such a successful business man because I excelled at good decision making. Miss Luca is not a business deal though. "What? " miss Luca stuttered, her voice soft, hinting shock, disbelief. "Be with me Miss Luca. If we have the media believe we are together. They will have their story and sooner rather than later, they will let you be. Because believe me Miss Luca, if we don't act fast, it will only get worse and we don't want that. Do we? "I convinced her with my firm tone. The same I would use when making deals. However to it, I added charm

she said and caressed my face. That night, I ordered a customized notebook entitled '100 Steps to his Heart' and wrote all the things I have discovered about him on the internet. Of course, it wasn't enough and this was obviously not gonna be an easy journey. With the unexpected twist and turns of fate, I managed to be on the enemy's territory not knowing who the real enemy was. I realized it was too late to fight a losing game where a heart and a wrecked life was on the line. Unfortunately, I lost.

He looks down on my lap for some seconds before reaching his other hand and took the book. "Do you think these books can make you rich? No, my boy, no. To become rich, you need to work hard, have the courage to face danger, and passion to take risks in every step of your life. One shouldn't miss that one single opportunity that can change your life because life never gives you a second chance." He kept on gazing at my face while saying. My mind proceeded with every word of his.

I left the rest of the sentence untold. If I told Victoria how Ethan and I really met, she might think different of me. Victoria chuckled slightly. "I'm sorry Ms Rachel... Oh that,that was a long time ago". Wait, she knew that he was poor once? I sat up properly to face her. " Do you by chance know how he got rich? " I asked in a whisper. " Wealth this much... " I pointed around "... Can't be acquired in just a few years... Right?" I could tell Victoria understood where I was heading to cause she shifted closer towards me.

Having his men to watch over it til he comes back. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ "If I may ask something? " She uttered with a shy questioning expression on her face. "How did you become rich? " She asked as Calvin dropped her on one of the Missoni sofas. "From rich investors, my first business was from modeling at the age of seven, and I had my first company at the age of ten. I met wealthy, famous investors through my dad (Mr president) and they invested a lot in my business. At the age of twelve I was a Billionaire. I decided to focus on how to have assets. " He explained while walking around the kitchen to get a bottle of whiskey and glass cups.