Million Dollar Wealth System Novels & Stories

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.

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

She put her hand on her ear and whispered the information she gathered about the five men so far. When Ryan heard the information, her eyes widened in shock. “IS THAT TRUE?!” Ryan shouted, sitting on four legs. If she has a tail, it’ll probably wag in excitement. “I heard that they are rich. But not to that point!” “Believe me, my friend, my heart of capitalism beat so hard when I learned that my possible brothers-in-law are billionaires. I dreamed of bathing in a bathtub full of dollars.” The two crazy women looked at each other and laughed so hard.

With the piece of truth and my mouth, I dominated the entire human system. Humans endure working six to eight hours a day in order to live. To buy their wants and needs. And to provide for their families. But I can earn a year of their paychecks in just a matter of minutes. One thing that I learn from living in this world full of shits and craps is that the truth serves as the most expensive commodity that cannot be bought. Everything my eyes see can be bought with money. This forty-hectare mansion I was standing on is worth forty billion dollars. I have a collection of luxurious cars parked in the garage that is worth two billion dollars in total. I have five bank accounts under my name fil

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

Thorne hit the nail on the head and said, "So you were never qualified to inherit the trillion-dollar assets of the Miller family." Thorne turned his wheelchair and said, "Now I'll give you two options. Either return the trillion-dollar assets and send them back to the Miller family account. I can guarantee, in return for your honesty, that you and your mother will have a worry-free life for the rest of your days. Or, you can wait for public opinion to turn against you, and you and Lady Miller will become pariahs, with everyone calling for your heads. And, your wealth will still be at risk..."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

But why me? Mr Everhart carries on, still calm as ever. “And that’s not even counting the other perks that come with being my wife. Lifetime health insurance, a generous monthly stipend,” he pauses and then adds, “basically anything you want. All you have to do is be my wife for one year.” My heart starts beating like a marching band. I bite my lower lip, thinking. I’m definitely not thrilled about becoming a billionaire’s human-pet but…$10 million? And lifetime health insurance? That’s no joke.

She was watching him as he spoke, forcing her mind to listen to the words instead of wondering why he was telling her this, and what exactly this had to do with the case. “There is general contentment with this system. But the laws that put this system in place are not exactly favorable to the ultra-wealthy who want to stack their riches to the high heavens.” She thought about her family, and her father, her grandfather, the Dankworths, Quills, Erringtons and all the other billionaires back at the complex. “If these people have their way, they are going to manipulate the system to make them richer, and all that gold is not going to rain from the sky. They are going to take and take from the

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?”