Novel & Cerita How To Make A Million Dollars In 30 Days

I kept on trying to think of a way to make money within three days so that I could pay him and get back to my freaking life. ‘I want my freedom, but the price is too high!’ I cried to myself and began to consider Leo’s second offer. Perhaps I should have considered that offer before making my decision. ‘Why am I so stupid?’ I yelled at myself before sitting angrily on my bed. ‘That bastard. He’s deliberately doing this to make me feel bad and not have a choice. I was so stupid for falling into his trap.’ I grunted to myself before groaning again. How was I supposed to get five million in three days. That was outright impossible. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind, but I quickly shook it off.

When she nodded, I continued, “Well... he’s someone really difficult to please, always expecting much from me... but you see, I’m Aiden, the untamed son, not taking things seriously, so he kind of kicked me out. Before leaving, I asked him for money and promised him I’d make myself a millionaire out of it in a year.” Jessamine gazed at me with a serious look. “How much did he give you?” “Fifty thousand,” I answered, meeting her eyes. “Aiden, how exactly will you turn fifty thousand into a million?” My best friend murmured worriedly. “That’s why I’m here to ask for your help,” I smiled at her. “You have savings?” Deborah interrupted, raising her eyebrows at me. I shook my head. “No savings...

I was so tense; when he suddenly touched my cheek, I jumped in my seat. “What if I don’t…don’t get the two million?” And in my mind, I shouted, How the heck do I get two million? There was no way that was possible. I get paid minimum wage, and I worked seven days a week to make ends meet. So how the heck would I be able to make two million in two days? “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way, Ms. Donovan,” he said, drifting his eyes from my face to my breasts again, his fingers caressing my cheek.

30 million dollars? From the way Mr. Miller spoke about it, one would think he was talking about something worth 30 cents instead. He spoke about the business deal so nonchalantly it was clear that a deal of such a number would not even make a dent in his fortune. The hesitation had disappeared entirely from Reginald's face and was instead replaced with a look of excitement and anticipation. He then carefully pored over the document, not allowing even a single detail to escape his scrutiny. When he finally arrived at the final page, he was so excited by the prospects of the business deal that both his hands began to tremble. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, practically grinning from

Meredith said. “I’m not pranking him. I will pay off your debt.” They gasped. As if one million pesos is easy to earn. She pulled him away from her mother and spoke softly to him. “Are you out of your mind? One million pesos is not easy to earn!” “I know!” “Then where are you going to get the money in three days?” “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.” Randall didn’t have that much money, but he could only think of one way.

Is his intelligence slipping due to his age? Thinking of that, Vermont said, "Keegan, I have a project going on lately. You don't have to invest in it. All you have to do is just set aside a million. Follow my instructions to register an account, and you can make deposits and withdrawals daily by completing some tasks. With the interest, you could earn three hundred thousand a month." Felicity's eyes widened. "That's like thirty percent interest! Even loan sharks wouldn't be able to guarantee that."

Jane hadn’t told anyone this but many a time she would wake up in the middle of the night and break out in cold sweat from nightmares of a faceless man hovering above her body and ramming himself into her. The memory of her nightmares made her skin crawl and Jane shook it off, trying to focus on the pressing matter at hand. But how much can you earn from just waitressing? her inner voice of logic whispered further adding to her desperation. Jane squeezed her eyes shut. No, she couldn’t do it. One million in three days…how on earth are you going to get THAT kind of money? It was true. Who was she kidding? Even if she were to work day and night for the next five days, she wouldn’t even be able

Jane stabilized her emotions before reassuring her: "Maya, calm down. The email said we have to send 10 million dollars to that account within 24 hours, so they're for money, Just give them the money then! A problem that can be solved with money isn't a problem at all!" Maya replied irritably "10 million dollars in a day! Where am I supposed to get that much cash?” Although she earned a lot of money, she spent a lot of it. She had to Keep up

Marcus Five days to the deadline. I had five days to come up with $450 million. And I had... nothing. I sat in my study, staring at the bank statements spread across the desk. After selling the Hamptons house, the ski lodge in Aspen, my watch collection, my mother's jewelry, and every other asset we could liquidate quickly, we'd managed to raise approximately $8.3 million. Eight million, three hundred thousand dollars. It sounded like a lot.

“It's a beautiful dream. But help me with the math. Those boots, that skirt, the five-thousand-dollar deposit for this ‘gig’... where did the money come from?” Daphne didn't even look at me as she tugged at the zipper of a red boot. “Oh, I got it from your room.” The world stuttered. “What did you say?” “Has all that tractor noise finally turned your brain to mush?” She stood up checking her teeth for lipstick. “I needed it for the portfolio. It was just sitting there in that ceramic rooster like it was waiting for something important to happen.” “That was ten thousand dollars!” I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat.