How To Get Rich Novels & Stories

Chapter Forty One Nina “How do I become a billionaire overnight?” I input the words into the browser on my mother's phone and a lot of inspirational and motivational quotes about patience , reading books and working hard in school. Dude, it’s like the internet doesn’t know how desperate I am right now and I thought it had solutions or atleast answers to everything?

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

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 have to earn as much money as possible no matter what. However, this world is different. To begin with, it's impossible to display fair competitiveness in a world that discriminates against social status. So I need a breakthrough that astonishes the rich people in this land. Made them spend their money on my items! The easiest thing I can do is the fashion business.

My scholarship to study business at Harvard was proof of that. I had applied to the school just for fun as my friends Kemi and Ranbir advised me to as they were also applying, they were from wealthy homes but I wasn't even though I knew I might not get the admission I still applied and at the end, I was the only one amongst us three that got into Harvard and on scholarship, otherwise I would not be able to afford the school fees.

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.

"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."

Is that how they are, the rich? They will use everything just to get what they want.

The kind of wealth where people don’t ask how much, they ask how many countries. I made my first million before I could legally drive, acting in plays, television, and films while other kids were worried about acne and algebra. My parents invested every penny, and by the time I turned eighteen, the interest alone could’ve kept me in champagne and private jets for the rest of my life. But that wasn’t the point. I didn’t want to be “the MacLeod heiress.” I wanted to earn my success, really earn it. Plus my parents were fucking AWFUL.

“I guess it’s because you’re my lucky charm, Cheryl.” “Mr Kingsley, are you up for another round?” Richard asked tauntingly. “Oh, maybe you don’t want to lose another 100 million dollars?” Kylan placed his glass down. “Sure, why not? Let's play.” Richard couldn’t hold back his excitement. He now had twenty million dollars from his two wins. ‘So it’s true what they say that one could become a millionaire overnight through gambling,’ he said in his mind. If he won the third round, he could even start his own company and forget about licking Kylan’s feet.