Insta Millionaire Novels & Stories

My gaze met with bold words at that instant. ‘Seeking a young lady to play the billionaire's fiancee for three months. $1 million compensation. Discretion assured.’ I froze. “One million what?!!!” Ellen's call came in again. “Sophia have you s—” I interrupted before she could be done speaking. “Sign me up!”

They just kept on with the pity looks and stares and I'm grateful for not going back there because I would not have survived staying there anymore. My boss tipped me off real good before I left because she knew I was very good at my job and she promised she'd give me a good recommendation and help me get a job one a company here in New York which she did. All I did was an interview and the next day I was called to resume work the next week. I was to be the person assistant to this billionaire that owned a Car company; Greenwood Mobile. I've heard a lot about them, they specify mainly in race cars and some customized cars and all, only millionaire could afford their vehicles.

“...We genuinely thought the whole billionaire heiress thing was American media shite.” I rolled my eyes, leaned over to my tablet, tapped a few things, then spun it toward them. “That’s jest my personal account. Nae countin’ stocks, properties, or my companies.” Callum leaned in, squinting....then straight up sputtered. “Is that two point eight fuckin’ billion?!”

Suddenly, my entire opinion about the man standing before me changed drastically. Usually, I tried to stay invisible, but that would be nearly impossible now that I was the fake girlfriend of a billionaire. The distance I had created only a minute earlier vanished when Miguel stepped closer and took my hand. He intertwined his fingers with mine, like a proper couple. I shivered. I looked around quickly, terrified someone might see us, and that, within minutes, a new photo would appear in the newspapers. “Let’s go inside and talk.” His voice sounded unfamiliar now. “I have a proposal for you.”

"Excuse me?" "I have twelve million followers on I*******m as of ten minutes ago," I said, leaning back against the plush cushions. "My face is literally the highest-trending topic in the country. If I wanted to make fifty thousand dollars, I could literally just post a single picture holding a brand of tea and make that by noon." Vivienne’s face turned a violent shade of red. "You ungrateful little—"

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.

Alexa secured her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder as she wiggled into her coat in the back seat of the sedan. “I promise to call, Lorie.” “I mean it,” Lorie chided on the other end of the call, “I want to know every detail of that house. I looked it up online, and it’s gorgeous.” “You looked up his house online?” Alexa asked. Although, she wasn’t entirely surprised by her friend’s actions. “A 2.5-million-dollar mansion on the Bainbridge coast? You bet your bottom dollar I looked it up.”

Layla walked to the chair on the other side and sat down. President Mason took out his phone and opened the gallery app. He tapped on a guy's picture and showed it to her. “Do you know this guy?” She scoffed and responded, “Lucas Asher, the star of America. The CEO of Perficient Investment, and the youngest billionaire that ever existed. Who won't know him?” “Zuri told me you came back to the States not too long ago. How did you know him?” He wondered. “Yes, I just returned, but no daily international news comes out without one of Asher's newly unlocked achievements standing in the headline. His achievement always owns the second and third page of international news.” Layla poured out, smili

Mandie said I smiled and began explaining the fake platform. “It is this way…. if you invest a particular amount of money, you will get ten times the money you invested for example if you invest 1 million, you will get 10 million and so on." “What! are you sure of what you are saying?"Claire asked with her eyes wide as saucers. “Of course, I have no reason to lie to you guys. It is the secret of my wealth, I do not make money only from modeling," I replied.

but the winner was, of course, the billionaire beauty. The smirk on her face was the proof, she was happy, more of it she was proud. "So.. you failed again? Future Mrs Francois De Ville?" Billina sneered while Leah scoffed and replied, "There's something about you. You're different." "First of all I'll ruin your whole life, I'm Satan." replied the billionaire beauty. "You don't think you've won the game, do you?" Leah asked, crossing both of her hands around her chest. Just then the baby cooed and Billina replied, "You might get your answer by now."