I Kept Pressing The 100-million-year Button Novels & Stories

That night, I had left in such a rush that I forgot to bring any jewelry. After paying rent, my savings were nearly gone within two weeks. Then, I saw the news. Jordan Corp was offering a reward of thirty million dollars for anyone who found the missing Mrs. Jordan. They were even offering a hundred thousand for useful leads. I teamed up with a girl from my neighborhood and made her provide leads to Jordan Corp. After dragging the game out with Clayton for a while, I managed to pull half a million out of Jordan Corp. The truth could not stay hidden forever.

"She left? Finally showed some sense. Good riddance. I'll go discuss the date for your and Gianna's bonding ceremony with the Thunder Ridge elders right away." But something in her words struck a nerve. Eric's face changed drastically, his voice hoarse but firm. "Impossible! Why would she leave me? She clearly..." She clearly relied on him so much, needed his protection. Luna Anya, seeing his insistence, scoffed. "What's so impossible? She took the hundred million dollars without a second thought, you know." A hundred million dollars. Eric seized on the number, jerking his head up to look at his mother, his voice filled with disbelief. "What did you say? What hundred million dollars?!"

"And I don't owe you my heart just because you finally decided to act like a husband. Eighty-five days left." I opened the door and walked out into the corridor, leaving the billionaire CEO trapped in his glass tower, choking on the realization that his ultimate sacrifice was still three years too late.

I pretended not to notice. Only an idiot would turn that down. Valerie walked over to me. "Give me your PayPal account." I had no idea what she was planning, but I obediently gave her the account number anyway. A few moments later, my phone chimed with a pleasant notification sound. [PayPal transfer received: 5,000,000 dollars.] I froze in shock. How much? Five million was an astronomical figure to someone like me. Valerie looked at me calmly. "If it's not enough, tell me and I'll send more."

With that, One Million Reais came to an end. Thank you for reading "One Million Reais" till the end and giving your support. I'll return with another adventure story soon. From the author, Hellan White.

She clenched her fists tightly, and her joints started to turn pale due to the excessive strength. Andrius then frowned. If Charlie wanted to play, so would he. With that, Andrius said, “300 million!”

Ifenna looked away and didn't say a word. Fifty-five seconds passed. "If seventy-nine thousand, two hundred seconds make up a day," Ifunanya said, staring at the wall," then it means, it will take roughly ten thousand days for about seven hundred and two million seconds to pass. And ten thousand days is almost close to thirty years. So, we can basically say that it will take close to thirty-five years for you to tell my sister that you love her a billion times. And that will only work out if you tell her that you love her every second which is nearly impossible since you must sleep, eat and go to work."

“If she can take the Infinite Pill before that, she can enjoy another five hundred years in her current state. That's why she's desperate to find me and this ring.” Charlie opened his eyes wide in astonishment and exclaimed, “Is there really such a pill that can make people live for over a thousand years?” Vera smiled faintly and stated, “Yes. My father’s master really lived for a thousand years. He was born in the year 664 and passed away in the year 1663, which is precisely one thousand years.” Charlie was puzzled and mumbled, “Why does that year seem to sound so familiar?” Vera smiled and said, “Perhaps you excelled in history during your school days?”

Evan quickly picked up the call, “Hello.” “Hey, it’s me!” Evan paused for a few seconds, “Have you made up your mind?” I choked. “I’ve thought about it. Five years is too long. I want to cut it short,” He listened and clicked his tongue. “Then, how long do you want?” I trembled uncontrollably. “Four years?” he asked I remained silent. “Three years?” I held my breath, “One year at most!” When Evan heard this, he could not help but sneered, “One year is too short. At least three years, $200 million a year is a great deal.”

Beg him. But even after her mom died, when she had nothing left—she still didn't come back. Mark's voice cracked. "I hated her for walking out over money... Everything I did, I just wanted her to say she still loved me, that she still—" "Love?" Mandy shot him a look like he'd lost his mind. Her eyes were red, voice sharp with a bitter laugh. "Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?"