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He was willing to wait for hours if it had to be someone who had given him wealth through the books he published. that man is truly noble. Axe never stops praising his savior who has given him millions of dollars in the past three years through the books he published. Read My Mind can be said to be a very strange work. A story that tells of a murder without a motive that is confusing but instead manages to attract the attention of so many people that the book continues to be published every year. At that time, he never thought about the success of Read My Mind, felt pessimistic, and did not want to work on it further. But then the man continued to force him and convince him that the book wil

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

I really can't understand men sometimes, they are very complicated and insensitive. I ended up packing my things up and I'm still figuring how to work this out without hurting anyone's feelings or messing up someone's life. I should make a plan that will fulfil this quest a hundred percent. An idea came up to me that draw a smile on my face. Hmmm, I can smell success! "Miss, this is too much", the cab driver tried to refuse the tip I gave to him by driving me to the mansion where my endeavour will be taking place. I can see his eyes growing wide while accepting my payment. He is about to give the change to me a while ago but I told him to keep it and disbelief was all in his face.

Mildred nodded, "Yes, earlier your uncle wanted to invest in the Flower Bay Project, and I gave him all the cash I had. Now, I only have about a hundred thousand in pocket money." Justin was taken aback. He didn't know that. "Well, Grandaunt... Could you lend me that sum first? I'll give you an IOU," Justin asked. It may only be a hundred thousand, but what if he had good luck and managed to turn things around? In the casino, many people lose their entire fortunes overnight, but there are still those who become overnight millionaires. Just last night, he witnessed someone winning several million in just one night. While ordinary people toil for a lifetime without earning that much, some indi

He was more like my dad just that he was fucking me rough and then one day I went to the mall I happened to meet this young good looking guy called Liam he was my age I loved him when I first saw him and we dated for like 2 years then we got busted Milton told me to make Liam sign everything to me then i drugged him and indeed he signed everything to my name and I run away last year Milton got me and apparently I'm owing him 56Million for staying , eating, bathing in his house for free So I had to sell everything that Liam mseleku signed to me and I made atleast 54Million I payed Milton I tried to kill him many times but I failed and now he wants the rest 2 million so I Sold all the staff si

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”

Austin was the one to respond, as his parents seemed to have suddenly become tense “It's not like you've been living on the streets alone all these years. Your uncle took you in and he certainly had a lot more money saved than any of us could have imagined, as he helped you build it all. If I were you, I would mention in your speech the people who gave you everything you needed to get where you are. Not only your uncle, but also our father…” “In fact, there is this very interesting article that came out less than a year ago in Forbes, about a young billionaire who had achieved revenue records, even with a business that was still so young. I'm surprised you don't remember. It was on the cover

It was Adrian Bishop, a billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and an unwavering obsession with Ethan's success. "Amelia, Ethan, how lovely to see you," Adrian greeted us, his voice dripping with false charm. "I have a proposition for you. Care to join me for a little game of chance?" Ethan and I exchanged a glance, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering in our eyes. We had heard tales of Adrian's high-stakes gambling ventures, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. We knew better than to underestimate his cunning and the lengths he would go to in order to achieve his goals.

“What… what is this?” Damien turned slowly, watching her with unreadable eyes. “This is the part of the world no one wants to see. The real world. The game behind the curtain.” Sienna’s mouth went dry. “You spy on people?” “I play chess,” he said smoothly. “And every piece matters.” She stared at him, chilled to her core. “This is illegal.” “So is half the money in this city.” He stepped closer. “You wanted to know who I am, Sienna. This is it. No secrets. No sugar-coating. I manipulate power. I trade information. I control outcomes. And I win.”