Million Dollar Wealth System Novels & Stories

She was still as shameless as before. “ Everyone wants to hear what really happened that day,” Mike told her. “ Fine. When I realized that I got the opportunity to work closely with Mr. President, I realized that if I managed to seduce him and get him to like me, I wouldn't worry about having money. I always wondered how it would be if I suddenly turned from secretary to billionaire’s wife, it seems like a script cut out from a movie right? But I wanted it all, the money, the status, his body, everything,” she had no sort of remorse about her behavior.

I have to look for a lie to make him believe it. "Well.... actually, after the death of my parents, I was given an insurance money of 10 Billions dollars in my account and ever since,I haven't been using it because I just want to save it. So I thought, it will be of help to save the family business from going bankrupt.

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

The manager scoffed, “We are always here to make everyone feel good. That totals at fifty four million dollars” Roxana shakes her head in a negative way. She thinks the whole package is too small for some of her status and the family she is getting married into. She is a multimillionaire herself and her parents are multimillionaires. Her husband is a billionaire and his parents and grandparents are also billionaires.

Hearing he's married somehow broke my heart. "Am sorry, I need to go." Without waiting for him to stop me I left through the gigantic entrance door of the luxury mansion. I couldn't even tour the place. On my way out, two ladies walked in and I heard them mention the payment attached to the job, "It's a dream come true for me if I get chosen. Not only will I have a million dollars, but they will still give monthly allowance of thousands of dollars." the lady whispered loudly. My legs stopped on their own and I went back, I pushed my pride to the back of my head and went to look for the stranger.

After seeing you the day before yesterday, Simon casually checked your information. "Imagine our surprise when we found out you were a multi-millionaire with assets of over 300 million dollars. And by an incredible coincidence, before the apocalypse, you spent all that money, converting it entirely into supplies!" Damn it! Ray couldn't help looking at Simon. There was actually such an ability in the world? No wonder they knew his true background! He had thought no one could ever uncover his secrets. Even Molly and the others didn't know exactly how much he had stockpiled. Yet, Simon possessed such a power—and, even more absurdly, the servers of banks, securities firms, and shopping platforms

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Purpose: Morrison Estate Infrastructure Development. My finger hovers over the enter key. Fifty million dollars. It’s the largest single personal expenditure of my life, a number that exists in the abstract until you have to move it. It’s more than my father spent building the original Hunt Capital tower in 1985. I am liquidating the Hunt legacy to fund a Bennett vision, and the irony tastes like copper and ash in the back of my throat. I click confirm. The screen blinks. Processing. One second. Two.

He immediately stood up and lit a cigarette. "Wait, Mr. Cullen. Fine, I will accept your offer but please invest in our company." I confidently said. I have no choice but to accept his proposal. "So, it's settle then." Therefore I stood up still and then face him. I hope I did the right thing. "When do I need to start my job and so I can now pay for all my debts towards you?" I immediately asked him. "Tomorrow. Pack your things and you must stay in my house. Remember you're my Personal assistant and you should stay with me anytime and anywhere." I have done anything but to opened wide my eyes disbelief.