Instant Millionaire Movie Novels & Stories

No matter how long I had lived in New York, it would never really be home. It was weird to think I was a billionaire now. When I had helped Uncle Dean run the company, I’d had a taste of the lavish life my dad had lived, but I had never had as much money as he had. He’d left me the company, but his money had gone to charities. Now that I had sold the business to Uncle Dean, I had so much money, I could drown in it.

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

I pull out a card to pay and her jaw dropped. “Wait—since when do you have a black card?” I flashed her a grin, flipping it in my hands. “Oh, did I say I was paying? Technically, yes I am paying. Just… not with my money.” At this her grin widens. Swipe. A few million dollars evaporated into designer bliss. My friend’s eyes nearly popped out. “You’re insane!” she whispered, still clutching a velvet clutch. “Absolutely insane!” “Do you think I care?” I said, grinning like a cat.

I said as I relaxed a bit in the car . I just can't believe that to get a girl, I had to use my power and wealth. If it had been any girl, it wouldn't be this hard, I would have gotten what I want from her but Emily is a different case. She is the first lady who hasn't been moved by my wealth or by how powerful I am. Other girls would have rejoiced at being my pretend bride but she made it clear that she isn't interested. "Sir we are here" my secretary said we he stood in front of a building.

I gulp hard, shake my head, stuttering. “No.. I don’t, its just uh. I wanted to know if I had enough money for where we are going. And I don’t..” I rush the words out, whispering that last part. Averting my eyes to the window. But he heard me. Because the next thing he states shocks the hell outta me! “Mami, you never have to worry about money again. Because I’m a millionaire. And you’re my wifey poo. So that makes you one too.” He winks and smirks at me.

His expression didn’t shift. “Sit down,” he said. I hesitated for a moment before pulling out a chair across from him. The silence stretched as I poured myself a cup of coffee. “You made a move,” he said finally, tone measured. My brow furrowed. “What kind of move?” He slid his iPad across the table, the glowing screen frozen on a single line in a sea of transactions, a wire transfer. “$50,000,000 – WestPoint Holdings.” I didn’t flinch, but the twitch in my jaw gave me away. He leaned back slowly in his chair. “Want to explain why fifty million dollars just walked out of the company?”

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.

“If anything I’m really impressed boy. “ I shifted my gaze to the figure who was now standing before me. O’Neil didn’t or should I say doesn’t strike as an old money tycoon at first glance, but then again you just know he comes from old money. His neatly ironed plain tee sat perfect on his frail body. A Valentino crest on the side of his shirt subtly giving him away. “If only Jenna knew her soon to be husband is a sly fox looking for all means to hide from public shame”