I Will Make You Rich Book Novels & Stories

The results were endless—articles praising his tech empire, photos of him at galas and award ceremonies, and countless pieces touting his status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. One headline caught my eye: “Nikolas Woods: Ruthless Visionary or Cunning Tyrant?” I clicked on it, skimming through the text, which detailed his sharp business acumen and the many enemies he’d made in his rise to the top. I shook my head, dropping my phone onto the nightstand. “What did I get myself into?” I muttered under my breath. The device buzzed just as I was about to turn off the lamp. A text lit up the screen. Unknown Number:

He looks down on my lap for some seconds before reaching his other hand and took the book. "Do you think these books can make you rich? No, my boy, no. To become rich, you need to work hard, have the courage to face danger, and passion to take risks in every step of your life. One shouldn't miss that one single opportunity that can change your life because life never gives you a second chance." He kept on gazing at my face while saying. My mind proceeded with every word of his.

There were little sticky notes tucked between pages, placed there by whoever sent it, marking specific entries. He began to read aloud, his voice low, though every word cut Belle like a knife. “They have everything. Money, houses, cars, while I beg for change. Rich men are all the same. Arrogant, selfish, they think the world belongs to them. If I ever met one… I’d take him for everything he’s worth. I’d make him pay for every meal I missed, every night I cried. I’d use him until I had enough, then leave him with nothing. They deserve to be used, just like they use everyone else.”

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.

“You want to make me rich?” He shook his head and took a step forward. “I want to make you wealthy, so wealthy that your past will have no other option but to cower and disappear in the presence of the woman you have become.”

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

I thought I was lucky to have easy access to Royce's library, so I entered immediately. I looked for the book's files and tried to scan if something was interesting. It's more of a business and motivational book. I grab one book that interests me: the rich dad, poor dad. I remember my dad had the same book in his old library, and he made me read it when he was trying to get me into business. He said it was an excellent book to start with and has pieces of advice on making my money grow.

Justin said as he glared at me from across the coffee table. I knew what he meant. Even in my messed-up state, I realized that I didn’t have a lot of options. The only way to make that much money is to firstly associate myself with people who had that much money in the first place. I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of my reality. “I’ll do it,” I said like it was no big deal. I had made up my mind just like that. “Really?” Justin exclaimed in disbelief. “Yeah. I don’t have a choice. If you can find filthy rich guys that will have me, then…let’s do it,” I said with renewed motivation.

This was supposed to be the first thing to do before I spent off my day , and surprisingly my money was unbelievably enough to make a good order tomorrow. I slapped mysel, I jumped screaming which woke up my wife and I pretended to be making a prayer so that she won't ask a lot of questions. I was so happy and excited, I quickly forgot about my preassumed loss. I then started to focus on my business. I got to the small table in my room to have a look into my pastor's book I had been given as a parting gift when he left us for South African branch, though he was selling them he offered it to me free of charge. Although it was given for free I struggled with laziness to open it. The title of t