Million Dollar Demon 소설 & 이야기

I know Carla is a beauty to die for, but to see her being dragged by her fellow women… “Hundred million dollars.” Who wants to beat Lady Ramono’s offer of a hundred million? Going… once… twice…” “Five hundred million”

Demon demanded. "Yes sir, please do follow me to make your choice," He said showing Demon every car he has and telling him their prizes. "So which one are you going for sir?" He asked as they stopped to negotiate price. "Well I am going for the black Bugatti La Voiture Noire," Demon said pointing at the black Bugatti a few metres away from them. "How much is it?" "20 million dollars Sir." He responded. Five minutes later, Demon entered the car and drove away.

“Fifteen thousand.” Heads swiveled toward her, eyes narrowing, whispers rippling like wind through tall grass. They couldn’t fathom why anyone would waste money on what seemed like junk. But I saw her—her back straight, her gaze fixed, determination etched in her face. This shard mattered to her. Then, just as predictably as a snake striking when cornered, Adelle lifted her paddle. “One million dollars.” The entire hall gasped. The MC nearly choked on his words, stumbling mid-announcement. Adelle smirked across the room, her eyes never leaving Lana’s.

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.

“Hah-hah-hah-hah, 1 million dollars? Oh Zayn, you’re such a stingy man!” However, before Dagon’s voice died away, Zayn added, “One hundred and fifty million dollars.” The smile on Dagon’s face froze immediately.

The other party didn't pay attention to her answer, but directly moved on to another matter. Who can say these words, but who else is the best brother of the original owner? Because of that, Deusa completely stopped being polite. Saying a sentence slowly, hit Caesar's black heart: "If not, what can you do to me? Caesar, I've left until now is the fifth day. Based on the strength of the Milliam you are holding. You can't even find me, so you think you'll have a chance to threaten me?" "...."

His mouth twitches like he knows I’m lying but he chooses to take my word for it. We head downstairs together and the entire elevator ride feels suspiciously calm compared to our usual elevator disasters. No touching, no dangerous whispers, just silence. By the time we step outside, a sleek black Tesla is already waiting. The driver opens the backseat door for us and I slide in carefully beside Carter and I get really anxious once the car pulls away from Ford Corporation. I stare out the window because that's what I can afford to do while trying not to think about the fact that I’m currently in a luxury car beside a billionaire who has a famous wife who's terrifyingly gorgeous too.

If he wasn't dressed in a hospital gown, Ella thought he might be an executive or some billionaire among the nobility. "I'll give you a million dollars to pay for your father's surgery." The man said, not sounding joking. What? A million dollars? Ella didn't mishear, did she? If she didn't mishear, he was joking. "Why? I don't know you." Ella scowled. It was clear that she had never met this man in her life. There's no reason for him to give her a million dollars. This is not a small amount. Could it be... he's crazy?

Bruce thought I was joking, so he flicked my forehead. "Kid, where would you get that 10 million? Are you planning to rely on angel investors? Those capitalists are not as simple as you think they are. They might plagiarize your idea before you get your funding." "I can transfer the 10 million into the account anytime."

“So what do you say?” I gulp. “No.” He raises a brow. “No?” “Absolutely not.” I say more firmly. “I’m not something you can keep.” “A million dollars.” He murmurs, leaning closer. My heart skips a beat. “Be my personal whore,” he continues, voice low, “and I’ll pay you a million dollars. Monthly.”