Instant Millionaire Movie Novels & Stories

he mocked her and taking a glance at his wristwatch, he looked at her and frowned "You have three minutes" "Okay, Mr Billionaire" she rolled her eyes and proceed with her thinking "74-" she stopped to look at Paxton, who looked away whistling; he didn't plan on giving her a hint. "-81" she input the last two digit and closed her eyes halfway. ~Opened~ The machine informed as the door clicked and she smiled turning to Paxton, who held a satisfactory look on his face. "Bingo! five million dollars it is!" she snapped her fingers before walking in and Paxton laughed, going in after her.

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.

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

a voice from the phone spoke to Brown who was taking a cup of coffee. “I know I am a good actor, there is no need to give me the compliments” Brown said with a smile on his face. “I will have one of my escort wire you the remaining five hundred thousand dollars in an hour” the voice told him. “It is no problem, I will be expecting” the voice hanged up and Brown turned on the television afterwards, checking out the daily news. He was going to be a millionaire in the next one hour simply because he pulled a string that perhaps no one, absolutely no one could pull.

Donning a bob cut and a no-nonsense expression, she stared right at the camera and began, "Hey, guys. Today, we will be steering off our current series. Permit me to tell you a story..." "There's this guy, let's call him Mr. Minimum. Mr. Minimum is from old money, so he became a multi-millionaire even before he could crawl. Well, now, he owns a company and is doing very well for himself. But like many rich folks, Mr. Minimum wants to eat his cake and have it. He pays his workers stipends and defaults in taxes despite making millions off the backs of Americans. One day, someone blew the whistle, drawing attention to Mr. Minimum's tax evasion crimes. But guess what happened?

“I don’t think I should... I am scared what might happen if I get to know him…. and I don’t want to sleep with a grandpa.” Just in case he is a grandpa. “He is not a grandpa.” Lena insists. “We could google him and see what comes up. He is rich, that’s for sure… I am sure we can find him on internet.” Jake says. We sit in front of the laptop and search for different keywords. M. Miller Millionaire. M. Miller Billionaire. M. Miller Las Vegas. and we don’t like our options. I am not sure if this will turn out to be some big mistake in my life or a golden opportunity.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

"There is exactly five million in here. The password is Emma's birthday. Take it and leave quickly." "What?" Emily did not expect that she would dig a hole and really jump down. Her beautiful eyes were round. She took the card in disbelief, "There is really five million? Where did you get so much money? Jimmy, did you rob a bank?" Jimmy was so angry that his face turned green. He said angrily, "Emily, let me tell you, don't look down on people anymore. Since young, other than looking down on Emma and me, what else can you do? You are the one who looks down on people the most."

"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.

-Good day, My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would