Novel & Cerita Million Dollar Wealth System

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.

It turns out I'm really wealthy. See, when mom was young, her parents had a trust fund set up for her future. They never wanted her to work a day in her life but because mom is mom, she never even touched a penny of that money. Instead, she transferred the whole estate to my name. It doesn't end there. Not only have mom and dad been saving up through the years, but aunty Maggie left all her assets to me as well. So all three different estates are in my name. I literally went from being an average working class person to a millionaire over night. While I don't plan to change my lifestyle drastically, I do want to get a few things for myself because I do believe I deserve it. Starting with a f

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

"The work of an Interagent could he head aching most of the time but then I remember that I generated twice the net worth of the richest man in America in just one day. Extreme wealth that cannot be consumed for billions of years to come. What would the world think of us when she finally comes to the knowledge of our existence? Mere men rank themselves as the richest in the world but they're not. They're only our pawns. Pawns of the real deal who control the economy of the world. Remind me of your net worth. Mr McCain " I gulped, "200 billion" She clicked her tongue, "I talk of the underworld system, Man. Not what you show the mere people of the world" I sighed, "960 billion. The last time I

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.

Built everything I had from the ground up, brick by brick, deal by deal, acquisition by acquisition until being a billionaire was just something I was. It wasn’t something I really put much thought to anymore. Neither did I care for the title. In fact, the first time it had genuinely satisfied me was when Amber Moon found out how rich I was—that flash of shock in her eyes. So it wasn’t a surprise that the second time would be now, staring at the expression on her face, watching her mouth open and close like she was trying to process what Monroe had just said. Eight hundred and fifty million dollars. Just under a billion.

"Please don't worry, Isaiah. Truthfully, I had to be much more frugal and careful back when I was still living with Victor. One hundred thousand dollars per year is actually a huge amount for someone like me—it's more than enough." "Wait, what did you just say?!" Isaiah's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets in disbelief. Hearing a former billionaire's wife casually claim that a hundred thousand dollars was "a huge amount" of money made him think she must be living in some kind of upside-down, reverse world where nothing made sense.