How To Make A Million Dollars In 30 Days นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in exchange for fifty million dollars. I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d lain awake in the small guest room at home, staring at the ceiling, trying to count reasons not to come here. But each one fell apart when I remembered my father’s shallow breathing… the unpaid hospital bills… the creditors circling like vultures around our dying company and I couldn’t just watch them die. Not while there was still hope. “This… This isn’t exactly something I dreamed about growing up,” I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

He coolly answered, "If you eat dinner every night on schedule, I'll pay you one million dollars a day." Ariana almost thought she misheard him. A million a day? Was he out of his mind? Brian noticed her skeptical look and frowned. "Is that not enough?" "How about two million?" Ariana asked, testing the water. She looked up to gauge his reaction. She could tell it was too much. "Alright, one million it is," she conceded. "Skip dinner even once, and I'll deduct two million. If you eat properly every night for a month, you'll have a guaranteed 30 million."

he said and walked out like this wasn’t blackmail with a dash of desperation. I smiled. I had just made almost two times my salary in just three days. All I had to do was act. That I could do. I sat back in my chair and pulled out my phone. Maybe I’d book a wax. Or lashes. I wasn’t doing this halfway. If I was going to play pretend, I was going to be the perfect fantasy. Fifteen grand deserved effort. I opened my calendar and blocked the weekend. And I wondered what the hell the next few days had in store for me.

Not having the financial freedom she was used to having was a bitter pill to swallow. A few days prior, Eleanor Francis—one of Samantha’s mahjong’s friends—shared a way to get rich quickly. It was through the Genesis Financial Corporation. It was a relatively new financial scheme that promised returns in a short timeframe. All they needed to do was invest ten thousand bucks into the company, and they could earn about five hundred bucks per week. Samantha was extremely interested. She sold the mansion for eighty million and invested it all in the scheme. She thought she could buy another mansion when the returns came in.

"The Soirée showcase I did for you? It was fucking legendary. People have been buying the pieces that you’ve tried to sell in the past. I set up a savings account for you and it's been doing pretty well... here." He reaches over the table to hand me his phone, and I use an immense amount of self-control to ignore how his t-shirt strains against his hard body. Do I have money? Is that even possible? With shaky hands, I reach for the phone, and I'm sure my eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as I stare at the number on the screen. "I've made 23 million dollars?!" The number staring at me is so high I have to count the zeros again and again, thinking I’m dreaming.

she said, placing the cheque back and then walking out. I looked at it and couldn't believe my eyes. I just made my first 3 million in 2 days of work.

I repeated, letting a hint of impatience creep into my voice. "Oh. Er- I need about five thousand dollars." "Five thousand dollars!" "Yes. I have a lot of bills to pay and I haven't got a dime. Please say you'll help me. Please-" "Actually, I have a plan that can help you." "You do?" I nodded. "It's quite simple really. All you have to do is convince five thousand people to give you some money. If each of them gives you a dollar, you'll have five thousand dollars in no time."

"What do you think? I mean I know both prices are low and with time, the app could make over a billion dollars, but I'd need to learn advertising and get clients and make ads. More work than I want to do." Greg laughed. "Well actually, your mom could probably do it for you and have you making what they offered you in three months. If you want to sell and get out from having to run a company based on that app, I'd say to go high. Both those companies have probably investigated you and know you're a high-school senior and think you'd think 6 million is a lot of money. Show them a savvy business man instead. Tell them your advertising team is already in the process of recruiting customers and y

"Mr. Banks," "You get two million monthly and rules to follow," he says, passing me a folder that I don't pick up yet. JESUS. Two million. "I’ll be busy or traveling, but make sure you’re ready when I call." Two million. Even if he gets tired in a month, I’m set. If he lasts a year? I'll be facing twenty-four million dollars! I could buy a house, a car, a shop. I could take care of my parents. I’ll be rich. Fuck what they say. I’ll cry about their insults on a yacht.