Million Dollar Demon Novels & Stories

—- Married for A Million Dollars: . Chapter 1: Montenegro Williams the first . Not only is curdled milk revolting, the latest issue of Cosmopolitan—or whatever magazine Ariana had curiously picked up from her neighbor’s recycling bin last week—called it a bad omen. And then further added that in some dreams is interpreted as a sign of dirty money. While that does give her a sense of apprehension to look forward to for the rest of her day, she assures herself that she’s unfortunately not living a dream, but reality.

“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.

"How could that be… How?" She grabbed my hands again and shook her head as she stared at me. "You're lying to me, aren't you? You must be lying to me, Jordan Newman!" I frowned and cast a look at my team of lawyers, getting them to pull Ingrid off me. Before she could even come back to her senses, Samson approached her with the agreement. "Ms. Ingrid Steele, the contract agreement for the acquisition has been prepared. However, since your assistant, Mr. Hank Conle,y absconded with the funds, your debt will be increased by 50 million dollars."

00. The sheer weight of the sum made her breath catch in her throat. One million dollars. It was an astronomical amount of money, a life-changing fortune dropped into her account just for a single night of unhinged, forbidden passion. The realization that the cold stranger was indeed an untouchable, powerful billionaire made her stomach do a nervous, dizzying flip. Meanwhile, down in the dim, concrete shadows of the underground garage, I slid into the leather interior of my blacked-out luxury sedan. The heavy doors shut with a dull, vacuum-sealed thud, cutting off the rest of the world.

Forget the fact that this guy probably has more money than anyone I have ever met, he’s unbelievably gorgeous. Why are rich people always so stupidly attractive? It is like a stupid movie! A rich billionaire looks like the hottest guy on the planet, and I am scrubbing a damn chair! “Never mind, McKenzie!” He says as he turns toward me, sliding a flash drive from his pocket. “I’m so sorry! It was in my pocket! You can kick my ass later.” “I wasn’t worried!” McKenzie says with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “That’s my friend Cassie, by the way!”

He was already running down the stairs. Closing the door behind her, Emma picked up his glass, anxiety gripping her, as she worried about his well being. She did not know how powerful this boss of Aaron’s was. If he was just some local entrepreneur, then the goons sent to get him can be easily bought off with money and she was sure Aaron could handle it himself. But looking at him, running like this, it was probably not an option. So the boss was a big shot who had enough money to either hire men loyal to him or train his men like aristocrats and old money preferred.

he muttered under his breath as he slowly reached for his zipper. “1 million!” Tyrone’s hands froze and grave silence descended in the hall as everyone turned their head in the direction of the voice. Air got knocked out of Tyrone’s lungs as he stared at the familiar eerie eyes that he had stumbled upon earlier that day. “1 million dollars! Is that all?” the MC said when he revived from the shock. “Okay, that’s it. 1 million accepted!”

“I don’t think I heard you right, because it sounded like you said one million.” I put the cup down, and arranged myself. “You didn’t hear wrong. I got one million.” Her jaw dropped. “One million what? Pounds?” I nodded She unfolded her legs from underneath her and sat upright. “Is this all a scam?” I shook my head and reached forward to grab my drink. “How can it not be a scam?” she exploded. “What mad maniac pays one million pounds for one night with a girl?” I abandoned the drink. “Brent Lucan.”

Hell, I would probably render the Machiavelli Empire penniless if it means I get to beat him at his own game. Silvan starts, his bids astronomical, desperate to crush him. But I see the hint of surprise in his eyes when match him bid for bid. Using the knowledge I had gained from Aunt Elena and my personal business dealings, I push the Demon King of Wall Street to his financial limits. “Five hundred million dollars!” The auctioneer croons, literally foaming from the mouth. “Five hundred million going once, going twice…” I see the calculation in his eyes, the grudging respect. Silvan Rourke definitely did not expect me to bring my A game.