Insta Millionaire Novels & Stories

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

“With due respect, miss. For me as an investor, keep luring newcomers to get the older ones paid, this sounds like a textbook Ponzi scheme.” Miss Irwin stiffens as she hears the metaphor. “Oh, Thomas, this joke is too much.” Mom doesn’t know what happened. She is always the one who plays nice. So she smiles sorrily at Miss Irwin. My hand reaches under the table, firmly holding hers. Miss Irwin eyes me back, I gave her a “Never Mind. He is always like that” head shake. We don’t need to waste time on talking to people who is simply beyond save. It’s just not worth it.

she said while typing her name on a g****e browser. She approached Gabriel’s mother and whispered. “Read, Madamé Rebecca Anderson.” It was her diplomatic way of declaring war. “Anna Hemsworth Miller is a multi-billionaire businesswoman who owns stocks in most of the businesses in the city. We know her by name, but no one ever sees her. Her face is declared the most private face in the business industry. If you think you own your business 100%, think again. She owns half of the stocks in one of the biggest companies here and abroad, The Anderson Group of Companies, Créatrice de Mode, and many others.”

"You're still far from the mark. Aim higher!" My mouth was twitching. He's sounding ridiculous as the minutes pass by. "I'm sure it's $1 Million!" I said, pranking him. There is no way he will put $1 million on the card and give it to me just like that. Magnus clapped his hands. "Bravo! You finally guessed it correctly. Lauren, dear, congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a card loaded with a $1 million cash balance. You are officially an instant millionaire now!" He chuckled merrily.

"You look beautiful in these shot Love." "Beautiful? Are you blind?" "You're always beautiful love. In fact I posted it on my I* account." I*? what's that? He saw the baffled look on my face. "I*******m love. It is a social network where you post pictures so that my followers can see it." He open his profile and he has 30Million followers. He is a celebrity? "So many followers. Why?" "Sue me. I don't know also." "Because you are handsome and people are curious about you."

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Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

Influencer with an $800 skincare routine. Ah. There it is. “Theo Rodriguez Involved in Car Crash in Washington D.C. Fiancée Also Hospitalized.” That handsome face popped up on the screen. Smiling on a magazine cover. Youngest trillionaire. Global real estate king. Heir to an empire. Too rich to sleep alone. And apparently, too dumb to wear a seatbelt. I stared at the headline for a while. Not because I cared, God knows I didn’t, but because the universe really does have the weirdest sense of humor.

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”

She wasn’t even sure why she was slightly amused, or why she expected anything different. Typical Robert, she thought. Always busy, always juggling a million things at once. That millionaire playboy aura was something he wore like a badge of honor, and it didn’t surprise her in the least that he had somehow managed to squeeze in a blind date arranged by his mother of all people. The man was probably juggling more things than he let on—business deals, meetings, and now, apparently, high-class matchmaking.