Insta Millionaire Novels & Stories

I didn’t move. “The government’s about to shut it down,” he said. “Back taxes. Environmental violations. Illegal expansions. It’s all coming to light. I’m not letting it go under until I get every damn cent out of it.” He tapped a line with his finger. “Read.” My fingers hovered over the page, then I scanned it. My name, clear as day. The amount, six million dollars. Then a list of deductions. Transfer of Property – Silvermane Estate Seller: Sadie Sinclair

Or getting anything to any billionaire. However, life has its own rules and I am stuck where I didn't want to be in the first place. Shawn, the guy who was driving his car cleared his throat just to get my attention. When his heated glare was burning the holes in my head. "Ms Ashley calm down, I know this must be a very hard time for you, but we do not have any choice either! To save the pride of the Country's most powerful Billionaire you have to join his company and tell everyone in the public if any paparazzi ever ask you so- you would say you work in his company and that was just an accidental encounter! And nothing else not even a word against his pride otherwise you do not want to know

"Yeah, I said those. But, I discovered you're a gold digger. Why would I wanna spend the rest of my life with a gold digger? I mean, if I spend a million dollars on clothes, in only one month, how much will I spend on you, if I plan to stay with you for the rest of my life?" Shit. He had spent a million dollars on only clothes? Was he stupid? But, in the first place, why had he made a promise he wouldn't fulfill? Why had he promised her he would spend the rest of his life with her, when he had clearly only wanted a one night stand with her? This was why I never trusted anyone. Such a heartbreaker.

It’s the glittering, sweet-smelling, dream ticket out of their miserable, pathetic lives: the irresistible £5,000,000 Free Stake. The idea? Put a hundred K in there that didn’t belong to you in the first place, and win five million. It fucking fries their brains. Even the most cautious, most level-headed gambler will forget that he walked through my front door, the man who never loses. What does the man who never loses, rush to his club like a slave running to his master, on a Friday night for, you ask? Even when his head is fucking killing him?

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

Fatima looked at her, forming a grimace on her face that brought a small smile to Amelia's face. "My shift is over," the woman announced, stopping to prepare a coffee and holding up her purse, "See you tomorrow, Fatima". "See you later, Ame" Just before the woman left, her friend said to her: "Think well about rejecting that proposal, I don't think you'll ever have the chance to be a millionaire's fake wife again in your life, it's five hundred thousand, I'm just saying".

Ian raised his hand for Mia to be quiet, “But I have another way for you to get the money.” “How?” “Because of your audacity on live television,” Ian paused for a second, “You've outdone the Kardashians in terms of your popularity. I'm going to put you on Oprah's talk show, and then I'm going to help you become a public figure. You're young and in great shape. I'm sure you'll be a bigger star than Kardashian.” “That sounds great.” Mia looked delighted. “So am I going to be a star? “As long as you cooperate with us.” Ian's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. “I guarantee that your worth will surpass that of any Kardashian in three years.”

Commencing Startup Protocols… His heart pounded. This had to be a prank. A virus. Something. “System?” he whispered, voice shaking. ✅ Installation Complete. Welcome to the Trillionaire System, Ethan Reyes. You are now the designated host of the world’s most advanced wealth-generation A.I. Mission: Become the richest man in your country. Time limit: None. Support: Unlimited. “Wait, what?” Ethan sat upright. Rewarding host with starter package… 💵 $10,000,000.00 deposited to temporary account.

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

'' She exclaims, causing the whole café to grow silent. Aidan clears his throat, ''Excuse me?'' ''I'm so sorry but I notice you from the internet. I also follow you on Instagram, you are by far the most successful man in New York; I mean, the youngest man to be as successful as you. You're actually my inspiration,'' She smiles, widely. ''That's good to hear,'' He looks at me with a confused look, not really knowing what to say. ''I'm just handling my family business . . . it's not like I'm the founder or anything,''