I Will Make You Rich Book Novels & Stories

My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series. I became rich because of it. I am not a millionaire or anything. I have my own definition of rich. I mean, I grew up with barely nothing so now that I have my own apartment, a car, buy my own clothes, signature shoes and bags. I have a stable career and I am able to live my life comfortably.

Before you say anything, let me explain. I straightened in my chair, ready to set everything out. "First, let me properly introduce myself. My name is Victoria Branson. I'm 27 years old, and I graduated from the Business School of Toronto. I make $700,000 a year, I have my own house, and I own my car. Adrian looked at me, clearly intrigued but still a little skeptical. "Alright." "I'm just going to be honest with you," I continued, my voice firm. "My grandmother left me her business. It's a huge opportunity, but there's one condition-she stipulated in her will that I must be married to inherit it."

The man, a middle-aged businessman with a nervous demeanor, glanced around as if expecting someone to recognize him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, contacting me after all these years,” he said, his voice low. Emma smiled sweetly. “I have an offer you can’t refuse. Your story, your name in the press—how does that sound?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s in it for me?” Emma leaned closer, her tone silky. “Money. A lot of it. Plus the chance to bring Edward Vanderbilt to his knees. All you have to do is tell your side of the story.”

Everything indicating wealth the family has, from the spiral staircase made out of imported marbles from three different countries to the massive chandelier above the walk-in area, a door opening up to show the massive living area in all its magnificent demeanor. James Russo is seen pacing around the living area, clearly very livid, Alex Russo, his son, tries to calm him down while promising him that he would revive the company and destroy Smith Carter in the future though he knew that won’t be easy but it will be done.

I instantly straightened up, feeling a blush creep up my neck. How audacious of me! Minutes later, I found myself in an estate that was legendary in the city. COMBS REGENCY I froze, trying to process the sheer magnitude of it all. Good heavens! I knew Xavier was wealthy, but was he really from *the* famous Combs family? I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm.

Yesterday, I was the homeless girl with nothing; today am on a billionaire's pay list. In few minutes, I perfected my makeup and we went to the airport. It was quite difficult crossing all the protocols but Damian's name paved the way for us. "Uhm..... Congratulations" Fred managed to say. We have already boarded our flight and have booked a first class seat in the plane. Fred have been in shock since morning, instead of being a good friend like yesterday night he now treated me like am his boss. "For what?" I laughed "My boss did all this for you? Am surprised"

I would rebuild our empire, piece by piece, and when the time came, I would make the Bautistas pay for what they did. So I worked—harder than anyone else, smarter than anyone else—until I dragged our company back from the ashes. I turned it into something even greater, and by the time I was twenty-eight, I was a billionaire. But none of the wealth, none of the success, dulled the fire of that vow. Because this isn't just business. This is personal. "She'll suffer," I said now, my tone deadly calm. "Every day of that pregnancy will be a chain around her neck. And when I take the baby away, it will break her completely."

she wheezed. "Nine hundred million. And apparently that's just what's in one account." Maya set down her mug with shaking hands. "Ivy, do you understand what this means? You're not just rich, you're stupid rich. You're so rich that rich people feel poor around you." "I know," I said miserably. "And I don't know what to do about it." "What do you mean you don't know what to do about it? You take the money and live happily ever after! You buy a private island and never have to see another Sterling for the rest of your life!"

Iris’ expression changed drastically. She refused to accept it and stepped forward to stop me. “Stop, Clara. You’re lying, aren’t you? There’s no way… How could you possibly be that lucky?” Simon also grabbed a hold of me. “Clara, it’s okay. If you just agree to divorce Justin and come back to me, I’ll treat you right. I won’t hold anything against you. But my company’s in a cash crunch right now. Could you lend me seven million dollars? Once I get things to turn around, I’ll definitely—”

Once again. Yes, BookCrazy is doing well and she has just turned a profit. But the bank was not thrilled with the idea of ​​pouring money into her business, now that she was almost broke, with no collateral and no savings and no money. whatever supports her. She thought about her favorite Sex & the City episode and wondered how many pairs of shoes she'd gotten. Then realized she didn't even have much. Of course, Mr. Her big is a real husband and with just a little tweak on the loan agreement she will succeed. She wondered what if she hadn't become stupid and too self-respecting to use that relationship, and she almost threw the door open.