How To Get Rich Book Novels & Stories

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.

If I was entering into his world, I had to be smart and careful ‎I pulled out the green book opening the first page. Heath’s world had only two things predator and prey, and I refuse to be prey. This was my safety net, if it all went down. This would guarantee, I got in with insider information, before the walls come crumbling down. I opened the book and scribbled impulsively ‎Step one: Make him fall for you. ‎I crossed it out and stared at the book for a long time. No. that was too risky. But it would be worth it— if at the end you're safe, I thought.

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

I couldn't hold my laughter when I caught him in those scenes. Then I saw it. A pair of black YSL heels. Salome. She would have gasped dramatically and claimed it like her destiny. I bought two pairs. Some people forget who they were when money shows up. But I refuse to. I can't forget Salome, never. By the time we reached the counter, the pile was… excessive. Fred handed over the black card. It swiped. Approved. I tilted my head. “May I see the balance?” The manager hesitated before turning the screen. The balance read over one million dollars.

Eva POV When we got back home, teh lawyer was already seated in teh house with tea cup in his hand. He looked at me as if he doesn't trust me. Well I know what he had warned Alan about on the phone that led to such a huge conversation. "She is just an orphan and she is using you Alan", something like this must have been the warning. However, he is not wrong. After all, he is experienced in the shit whhere people betray each other but this, this is not called betraying. This is called using teh rich for the poor. Even though Mr Alan Richards have never told me about how he became so rich, I know what his original background is.

Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

“What do you mean?” “Cantrelle Publishing is on the verge of bankruptcy. Amelia made a few bad financial decisions, and without a serious money injection, her little empire is going to fall.” “I bet that my twenty million won't improve her situation either?” I smiled wryly. Lucien chuckled. “Not unless you sent her another eighty million to those twenty.” I leaned back in my seat and sighed. “Well, that explains her outburst and all that talk about marriage. She is drowning, and she wants me to save her.”

Iris’ expression changed drastically. She refused to accept it and stepped forward to stop me. “Stop, Clara. You’re lying, aren’t you? There’s no way… How could you possibly be that lucky?” Simon also grabbed a hold of me. “Clara, it’s okay. If you just agree to divorce Justin and come back to me, I’ll treat you right. I won’t hold anything against you. But my company’s in a cash crunch right now. Could you lend me seven million dollars? Once I get things to turn around, I’ll definitely—”

“So, how did you, a rural boy, end up creating a multinational company?” “It’s quite a story. In summary, I met a mentor who was kind enough to help me kickstart my vision to start a furniture company. Thanks to him, I made the right business moves and here we are.” I bet that mentor is connected to the illegal mining and organ trafficking. That must be how they got the funds to build up the company. These rich people… Their sweet mouth always makes it seem like money is super easy to find. Then, they start to write motivational books. Talking about aspire to inspire or some shit like that.