Insta Millionaire Novels & Stories

He has a complicated relationship status as others think that he swings the other way in terms of his sexual orientation. Fifth, Ian Miller. The fourth son in the Miller family and his grandfather’s favorite grandson. He inherited the company from his grandfather, and since then, he has been doing great and he has even opened a pathway for the international market. He is 5’4 feet tall and his net worth is three hundred million US dollars. He is very handsome and probably every woman’s dream. Ella read through the list and when she reached the last name, her eyes widened. She never imagined that she would come across the name.

"Is that what you're wearing to the airport?" "You told me to ch-change –" "Into something appropriate, not something a homeless person would reject." She checks her diamond watch. "We don't have time for this. Diane, give her your cardigan. Maybe we can hide some of the damage." The cardigan is too small. I don't say this. I pull it on and follow them to the car, my chest tight with something that might be hope or might be dread. --- I sit at the back as Patricia and Diane spend the entire drive discussing Kelvin's success like I'm not there. Nexus Energy is worth over three hundred million now. He's establishing the American branch here in Los Angeles. He's been featured in Forbes, in Bloo

I squint my eyes, “How big is a lot?” “Trripleee.” She sings and I jerk upright so hard my laptop nearly flies off the bed, “What?! Triple? My cut would be almost—” “Close to a million,” she finishes the sentence, twirling at the screen, “The year has just barely started and you are already on the path to becoming a millionaire. So darling, breathe. And for God’s sake, enjoy the vacation. I did not pay fifty thousand dollars on one of the most expensive hotels in the country for you to waste.”

Farrah's POV I and Miller are already married for two years, it's funny how things ended up, I was once a Stevens but now I'm Farrah Mae Miller... It fits my name well, right? Haha, well I never thought that my husband is more than just a billionaire, he inherited a lot of islands, like what the hell? I didn't expect it, I'm convinced that he's a billionaire but owning a lot of islands is so surprising for me, you can't imagine how unbelievable it is, but then and it becomes our business, a resort island.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

"To live a longer, more fulfilling life, one ought to leave a bit of room for others. I can take all the sarcasm that you throw at me, but this crosses the line." With that, he fished out his phone and fetched his Cash App balance. Then, he turned the screen to Ian. "Do you think I care about your measly watch worth a few hundred thousand?" Before the few people could launch their next set of insults, their eyes widened into saucers. They instantly started counting the zeros in their heads. "T-Ten million?" Ruth was the first to let out a scream, her features pretty much contorted in shock. She did know people who had a million dollars in their bank accounts. But for someone to be daring eno

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

I didn’t blink, certainly not when my father slid the iPad across the table like a blade dressed in data. Not even when I saw the exact line of numbers he wanted me to notice – $50,000,000. Transferred to: WestPoint Holdings. It sat there on the glowing screen like a loaded confession, daring me to flinch but I didn’t. Instead I leaned back slowly and took a sip of the bitter coffee in front of me hoping the heat would burn down the lump forming in my throat.

I managed, my brain still struggling to grasp what she was talking about. "Heck yeah, it is", she chimed, pulling a chair and sitting on it, " I mean, I know your posts on I* trend and all," she sighed, " but this is massive. Take a look at this," she said, handing me her phone, " three hundred million reach, ten million likes five hundred thousand comments and thirty-nine thousand shares. You have got to teach me your strategy." She rattled on. "Slow down for a second there," I dragged, "What's I*?"