How To Get Rich Novels & Stories

“And looking at you, I highly doubt you have a girl waiting for you. And even if you do, does your salary really cover her upkeep? Does it buy her the nice things she wants?” He frowned, stepping closer, “Where are you getting to?” Got him. I didn't know he was going to catch the bait easily. I guess in the end, money does it all. “I’m getting there,” I whispered eagerly. “Now, imagine having not just thousands, but millions of dollars. Yes. Millions. That’s how much you can get right now if you help me. Just get me out of here... or better still, help me get a message to—”

“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.

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.

"Susan, they've run away. Even the police can't find them. Where can I look?" "You just don't want to help me," Susan immediately turned on him, pushing his hand away. "I just want to make money and get rich. What's wrong with that? I'm not asking for the stars or the moon. There are so many rich people in the world. Why can't there be one more like me?" "..." "Susan, making money requires hard work and dedication. If you work hard and do your job well, your life will eventually get better."

I wanted everything to end so I could just hide somewhere and cry. "Do you Grayson Coleman take Chloe Williams as your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, till death do you part?" The priest asked. His name was Grayson, I turned to look at him, he had this bored expression on his face, like he would rather be anywhere else than here. "I do." He replied looking away, I followed his eyes, he was looking at his Dad. The crowd cheered at his reply, the hall was already filled to the brim with guests and paparazzi flashing camera lights at us, it was supposed to be a big wedding after all, the two families of the two richest business moguls were uniting in marriage.

To devour. My thoughts sharpened, drilling through the haze. To become wealthier, I needed to make more money. Acquire more assets. That was obvious. But how could I do that without spending a single dime? I stopped pacing. Smiled to myself. The answer came, crystal clear. So beautifully dirty. I would play really dirty this time. All those companies Garrick overtook with Marie’s help, all the owners seduced and ruined, I would help them get their businesses back. Just like I originally planned. I would be their knight in black armor. The only difference now?

He might get turned off, and I didn’t want that to happen. I stood up and paced around my room, constantly thinking about where I could possibly get a large amount of money. I couldn’t rely on my friends either—it would be even more embarrassing to borrow from them. As I kept thinking, my eyes landed on my walk-in closet. I walked over to it, and my eyes lit up when I saw the luxury items Godfather Everett had bought for me. A single dress or even a pair of shoes could cost hundreds of thousands. Little by little, I could start my business if I sold these. Godfather Everett probably wouldn’t notice if I sold them one by one. Yes—that would work.

I recounted the family's history, Edward's legend, and the challenges and efforts we've faced over the years. Discussing these topics took very little time. James had coached me. "Keep their imagination of Aesthete alive. What do people associate with a tycoon? Money, champagne, luxury cars... How many would imagine a tycoon waking up early for work and working long hours? Your explanations that don't fit their expectations might make them doubt everything else you say." The key point to focus on next...

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.