I Will Make You Rich Book Novels & Stories

If she really treated me as her friend. “If you really knew me, you’d know that’s not true,” I snapped, glaring back at her. “Everything comes with a price, and with mine? I had expectations to meet and a whole lot to maintain. You’re right, maybe it was given to me, but I was willing to pay the cost of having it. But you? You’d always look for a shortcut, for an easy way out, never thinking about the consequences or who you step on. We make do with the cards we’re dealt, and it’s not my fault you didn’t know what to do with yours.”

“You promised that you won’t ever say that word again.” “Right,” Seungkwan agreed. “As a billionaire, I should ditch that dramatic language. One thing wealthy people do on a daily basis is keep their cool. According to Napoleon Hills book, “Think and Grow Rich,” to be wealthy you need to adopt a wealthy personality. So I need to be cool enough not to lose my composure or show my temper when I am in a very unpleasant circumstance.” “That’s right, that’s right,” Hoshi and Dokyeom agreed.

he asked giving her his full attention. Sensing his good mood she couldn't risk the idea to ruin it by the news. So she preferred to have a conversation with him. "I just wanted to ask you something" she replied meekly. "I'm all ears" he replied while looking at the ceiling. "How did you become so rich?" A quite unexpected question slippers from her tongue but she always had it in mind. How people get so much rich? It had always been a mystery to her. "You have to become inhumane in order to become rich. If you want to become rich, never show mercy to anyone, never let your heart soften for any human, let yourself become stone hearted" he replied in monotone like it was an easy answer.

Eva POV When we got back home, teh lawyer was already seated in teh house with tea cup in his hand. He looked at me as if he doesn't trust me. Well I know what he had warned Alan about on the phone that led to such a huge conversation. "She is just an orphan and she is using you Alan", something like this must have been the warning. However, he is not wrong. After all, he is experienced in the shit whhere people betray each other but this, this is not called betraying. This is called using teh rich for the poor. Even though Mr Alan Richards have never told me about how he became so rich, I know what his original background is.

Jessica immediately walked towards Mr. Joyce. Likewise with William. He immediately asked the reason he was crying. “Dad, what made you cry?” He asked, noticing the look in his father's eyes that continued to stare at the photo he was holding. “I only remember Mr. Wilson's kindness. He once gave me three million dollars to build a company. It turns out that now I have met his biological child. I am happy! Thank you, Jessica, I will consider you as my biological child, now you come to live with me and just empty your house!” said Mr. Joyce, wiping his tears.

I blink, shake my head, and don’t know if I should laugh, run to Lucas and thank him, or tell him I can’t accept something as big as a house. “A house…but that’s…that’s…in poor condition,” I stammer. “I…I can’t afford to fix it up.” “I can,” he says casually, as if offering to buy me my dream house and then pay to restore it is no big deal. Setting the book down, he reaches for me and tugs me onto the bed with him. I yank the brush free from my tangled locks and fall against him. “I’ve had a long time to acquire my wealth. And I’ve had a long time to realize that money alone doesn’t make you happy.”

"Probably never even been on a plane, and she's out here acting like some heiress." I cut in coldly, my voice steady. "Whether that jet is mine isn't for you to decide." I turned, ready to board and retrieve my papers, but Clara yanked me back with a vicious grip. She looked at me as though I were filth. "If you dirty my jet, could you even afford to pay for it?" Her pull threw me off balance, and I fell hard to my knees. "The leather seats on this jet cost more than your entire life." She sneered. "Selling you wouldn't cover the damage."

Her glasses perched halfway down her nose. "What are you reading?" Bella asked, trying to break the silence. Inez didn't look up. "Horoscope. It says I should avoid hostile islands and overachieving women with unresolved trauma." Bella smirked. "That's oddly specific." "You're oddly specific." They both chuckled - a rare moment of light in a very dark sky. --- When the plane touched down, a jeep waited for them, engine rumbling like a bored beast. The driver, a freckled young woman with a thick Scottish accent, offered them protein bars and suspiciously strong coffee.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.