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"Mine! This cat is mine!" Mina Corvelle shrieked, her voice cracking with excitement. Suddenly, the blind old fortune-teller sitting at her roadside stall started muttering mysteriously, "Young lady, the cat you're holding in your arms is a once-in-a-century dark fortune cat. Once it chooses its master, the owner will gain immense riches, but—" Mina cut her off impatiently, her face brimming with unrestrained fervor. "Ma'am, what do I need to do to make it recognize me as its master?"

My brother was still hardheaded, and looking at them made me want to protect both. “Hey, don’t tell me you videoed our…err…that thing too?!” I heard the last trails of their conversation before they went back inside. More happiness to both of you. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

Dad said with a condescending expression. Yeah, here we go. Position, power, and wealth really did put him above the clouds. My father was so arrogant about his achievements as a general and his vast wealth. Old money like him should be humble, but he was the opposite. “We're just dating, so I don't really know how many businesses he has. All I know is that he owns an IT company called Pequira, which is listed as a Unicorn company and will soon rise to Decacorn status. I think you understand my explanation and can figure out how many billion dollars he earns every month. That's just one company, while he has various business octopuses that I don't know where they are. You can ask Leopold you

Mummy, My Dad is super Rich Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella CHAPTER ONE: MEMORIES. A pair of slender legs made their way out of the airport with a cute little boy holding her hand while clinging his mouth to his lollipop as if it would disappear in the next second. One couldn't help but be amazed by the mother and son pair who were walking hand in hand. They looked so cool and seemed to be unaffected by the stares they were receiving but mostly on the kid.

Feigning shock, she sneered, "Rachel, are you actually taking a farm cart to school now? I thought Grandpa was an antique collector! Do you know my rides are all worth millions!" Then she breezed off to greet the other affluent youngsters who'd arrived in their chauffeurs. Turning back at me, she said, "Rachel, we're not even from the same world anymore. Daddy takes me to parties every day—unlike you, who's always filthy in the dirt." She stamped on my shoe. "Gross. My shoes are hundreds of times better than yours—stepping on yours is a favor." I didn't flare up. I crouched, wiped the dirt from my shoe with my sleeve, and looked at her calmly. "Are you taking out everything you suffered at t

His hand cradling my ass through the dress. His family uncomfortably watched us turn something as mundane as eating into foreplay, before his step father finally clears his throat. “I have decided to pass on 50% of my total shares, worth billions, to the next person who can handle it correctly amongst you all.” The man looked directly at Nile, “You are already a billionaire, so I suppose this doesn't interest you. However, a couple free billions, should sound enticing to anyone no matter how wealthy they are.” “I can handle and multiply that money, father.” Andrew leans forward, but his smile dries up when no one responds.

Men in expensive suits walk confidently through the revolving doors while women in designer dresses glide across polished marble floors. It doesn't look like a hotel; it looks like where rich people go to discuss buying countries. “This place has a smell.” Sandy frowns, “What smell?” “Money.” A laugh rips from her throat, “You can smell money?” “I can smell bankruptcy.” My bankruptcy, because if this marriage falls apart, my father will personally throw me into the street. The driver clears his throat, “We are here.” Neither of us moves. “Sophie.” I look at her, “Yes.”

was Gwen's rueful reply. "Is there any particular reason we can't work with the Matthews Foundation? Trent Matthews seemed nice enough. In fact, he's far more approachable than I'd expect from a billionaire heir to such a fortune. And he sounds like a walking sex god ." Amy joked adding, "Now don't look at me like you don't expect me to know what a sex god looks like."

I energetically respond with a shake of my head. “I miss eating at the canteen!” Jude smile back at me. “Then it’s my treat, Charmie.” “Oh! Treat?! I love hearing those words!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

"What are you saying? Have you gone crazy? You're not getting rid of me like this, so easy. My dad can put you in jail. He's super rich, and you know that." "Your father is a fudido, just like you are. Your family's shares were invested; your father signed a contract with me where he transferred everything to my name in exchange for a large loan. Besides, I'm a billionaire, not rich, Cristina." "So..." She sat on the couch and put her hand over her mouth, speechless and without any action. "Are you serious?"