Million Dollar Wealth System Novels & Stories

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

I adjust the silver cufflink on my wrist while staring out the window as the jet descends lower and lower over the city. I think about how strange my life has become recently with so much responsibility. My father stepping into politics has changed everything, and now, our family can’t even afford scandals or mistakes. And I can’t afford to be the reckless billionaire son sleeping his way across the country and having a lot of exes and baby mamas. My father made that very clear. “Image matters now.” That’s what he told me three months ago after announcing his presidential campaign. And I guess he wasn’t wrong at all.

"It’s the Vance legacy, Elara. Your grandfather knew that once the machine tasted a human mind, it would never let go. He built this hub to trap it, but he didn't realize that the trap needs a bait." ​"I'm the bait," I whispered. ​"You're the hunter!" Julian yelled, shaking the bars. "Elara, look at me! You're a thief! You don't take orders from a ghost! You steal the prize and you leave!" ​But the console was singing to me. It showed me Arthur Sterling’s private accounts billions of dollars sitting in offshore vaults, protected by encryption that looked like spiderwebs to me now. I could snap them. I could redistribute his wealth to every $4.12 resident in the city with a single flick of my

Maverick leaned back, his whole person overbearing, his eyes turning cold, and he asserted imperiously, "Since the Williams family has a lot of money to waste, 200 million is too small. How about spending 500 million?" Upon hearing this, the man's face reddened in horror. "5...500 million?" His family and his family company as a whole had just reached the billion-dollar mark. Losing a whole sum of 500 million? Then he could literally throw himself into a river to die and never appear in front of his family. "Young master. Master Maverick..." Before he could complete his word, Maverick's eyes turned cold, and he ruthlessly asserted, "Break his legs and throw him out."

She dropped the cup of bird’s nest tea in her hands to the ground. Bennett Melvis shook his head. “Sister, do you think of money as paper? Ten trillion dollars isn’t a small amount. Do you know how much that is? In Alaska, there are less than twenty companies that own assets up to ten trillion dollars. In fact, there are less than five companies that earn ten trillion dollars in a year,” he said.

"You won't believe it. My dad gave me a million, but my dumb fiance spent everything on betting." She gasped. "Oh my gosh!" "Yes. And now, he keeps blaming me for our predicament." "Wow." She tugged the empty plates to her chest, shook her head at Seth. "I'm so disappointed in you, my boy. I thought you were responsible. I can't believe you squandered that great amount of money on betting." Seth looked down. "I'm so sorry. But well, I'm responsible now. She's pregnant, and the doctor confirmed that she's got six babies in her womb. I don't know how we'll take care of them."

"That's right! You must get a divorce today, and you're leaving with nothing." Wilbur's brows furrowed so hard that they knitted together… It felt like a storm was brewing. Just then, his younger sister-in-law, Chelsea Willow, said, "Dad, Mom, what are you guys doing? If it hadn't been for Wilbur giving us fifty million dollars back then, we wouldn't have moved on from being regular folks to becoming billionaires with a booming supermarket business right now. Have you forgotten what Wilbur has done for us?"

I whispered. "Five hundred million dollars." The room spun. "What?" "You're a very wealthy woman, Rose," James said. "The money is yours. You can access it whenever you want. Though I'd recommend waiting until we get you set up with a financial advisor." Five hundred million dollars. I had gone from having nothing—literally nothing—to being worth half a billion dollars in a single day. "I know it's a lot to process," James said. "Take your time. But I wanted you to know that you're not dependent on anyone. You have your own resources. Your own power."

If they were discouraged wouldn't it be the opposite? It wasn't like he could ask anybody about it so he just had to go with his hypnosis on the issue. Jeffery stared at Zach with hatred as he thought about the perfect life Zach had, the perfect girlfriend, the genius who was already wealthy on his right without adding his inheritance, the amazing looks that made women not care if he treated them like sh*t, the father who gave him leeway to do whatever he liked.

"I know you're wondering what you're doing here, you're wondering why I called you? But wonder no more because I want to bring you an offer that will take away your problems." Marcus hands her the document. Sophia quickly goes through it. But she does not speak. "You look a little confused. I'll have Marcus spell it out for you. Marcus, please do the honours." "Yes, sir. So, Miss Sophia Carter, Mr Alexander Blackwood is proposing a marriage contract between the two of you. In exchange for getting married to him, you, Miss Sophia Carter, will get a total of 2 million dollars." Sophia looks confused and disgusted. "What is this? What nonsense is this?"