Insta Millionaire Novels & Stories

She wanted to find out who it was, but the person’s username was a series of numbers that offered not a single clue! Kelly Milan merely typed a reply, [Who are you? Are you doing this to me on purpose?] Charmine replied: [Going against you? Sorry, but I’m not interested. I’m just a genuine admirer of Mr. Kingston’s design of the gown that I need to have it.] A viewer typed: [Another high-handed woman! I wonder who will end up getting this gown.] [Must be Kelly Milan, I guess Kelly Milan is one of the wealthiest in America, and she’s not short of money at all!]

"Hi, you! Go get me some cold juice," Miranda ordered Ella, who hurriedly walked away from Ella in the swimming pool. Miranda sat chewing some gum while pressing her phone. She just created an I*******m account some days back and she had some influx of followers already. Especially since her profile stated that she was the fiance of the Young CEO and the daughter of the director of the powerful company in Denver. She ensured for the past few days she took impeccable pictures to post on her I*******m account and this boosted her ego more.

I knew that it was strange that he never spoke about his life before the movie but I had never thought that he was a billionaire child actor! June blamed herself. We both found it insane that he had two million followers on Instagram but we just put it down to him being cute. Lots of beautiful people were famous on social media but June insisted that she should've done a bit more digging. Especially since the girl that showed up in a few of his posts turned out to be his fiance.

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

He said while he let go of the ribbon holding the brown paper that was used to cover the cheque face reveling Thirty million dollars boldly written with his signature on it also. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake . I thought pinching myself to be sure of what I saw. I felt the pain making me realize this is not a dream but my reality, am a millionaire already. From nothing to a millionaire, God am grateful. I thought shaking his hand ad the photographer did his job including Maxwell featuring. "That's not all Mrs stone, am sure you are happy and excited but I still have more coming." He said while one of his bodyguard brought out three different award pushing them where the light

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-lasting consumer grade and cell phone batteries that are now sold basically everywhere. It comes with the territory. Being a billionaire-playboy-genius-inventor means you’re constantly having to stave off people trying to take what you’ve earned. And that’s fine. I can get down in the dirt with the best of them, but tonight, all I wanted was a decent, honest interview process for my new chef. Fuck me, right?

I grabbed the cart before she could start removing things. "Mom." She sighed. I knew that sigh. The same sigh she used whenever she was worried about money. The same sigh she used whenever she thought she was spending too much. The same sigh she had carried for years. "Don't worry," I said softly. "Besides, by Monday, I'll already be staying at Hilton Mansion." That immediately silenced her. The smile on her face faded slightly. "I know." For a moment, neither of us spoke. The reality of it suddenly settled between us.

“Wow. You do know how to make a woman feel special. It has no doubt come as a surprise that you haven’t been able to find a wife of your own, prince charming.” The sarcasm was very evident in my statement, as I looked at him. He was still laughing now as the whole situation seemed to amuse him. “Good to see that you have managed to find the humor in the situation.” He said, I folded my arms, as my mind tried to keep up with everything. One year. That was three hundred and sixty five days, at the end of which I would have Two million dollars.

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.