Million Dollar Wealth System Novels & Stories

"I've already started dealing with the Jordans. What are your thoughts on that?" I paused as I was momentarily thrown off. I had almost forgotten about them. The thought of the Jordans made me frown. "I cut ties with the Jordans a long time ago." He nodded in acknowledgment. That was not what I meant either. I was talking about my 30 billion! No one was going to stop me from getting rich! Seeing the confusion on their faces, I excitedly rubbed my hands together. "When are you transferring my 30 billion?" The room instantly fell silent. As the three exchanged glances, I started to panic. "You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"

"I don't even know if you exist. My father taught me that men create their own destiny. That relying on anything beyond yourself is weakness." The ventilator whooshed. "But I'm out of options." I leaned forward, careful of my IV lines. "She's here because of me. All of it." Rain started hitting the windows. Large drops that sounded like gunfire. "I have thirty-seven billion dollars. Controlling interest in seventeen companies. Political connections on three continents. I can buy almost anything on earth." I swallowed hard. "None of it matters right now." The machines beeped their steady rhythm. "If you're real, if you're listening, I'll give you everything. Every dollar in my accounts. Every

Another text: *Next time, you’ll be inside. He called Jake. “Take them to the safe house. Now.” --- Past Adriana watched the news from her balcony, champagne in hand. Leon’s face dominated the screen—*“Billionaire CEO Accused of Fraud!”* Richard had delivered. The board was in chaos, investors fleeing. Leon’s net worth plummeted. She dialed him. “Still think you can ignore me?” “What do you want?” Leon hissed. “Everything,” she said. --- **Present**

she asked quietly. I exhaled. Once, that kind of figure wouldn’t have made me flinch. But now… it could bury me. “A million dollars,” I said, as casually as I could. Her eyes went wide. “What? A million dollars?” “Don’t yell! You’ll alert the entire house!” “Don’t tell me not to yell! A million dollars is insane! Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?” “You’re the Luna of the richest Alpha. That shouldn’t be a problem. All it takes is one phone call, and the funds are in my account.”

“That’s a story for another day.” She nodded. “You were saying? Who did you kill?” I smirked at Viktor’s question, pouring myself another glass. “After weeks of training, I was given the mission to kill the president-elect on inauguration night….the American president…” “No way!” They gasped at the same time. “For ten million dollars, I killed President Elect Andrew Geralds. I took that money, flipped it, and invested in my robots… it was the best decision of my life because it made me the first trillionaire in the world.” I chuckled again, downing another shot of my drink.

Two million dollars. "Can I think about it?" she managed. "Of course. Take your time. I'll email you the full proposal." After the call ended, Riley sat staring at her computer screen for a long time. Two million dollars. That was generational wealth. College funds fully covered for both kids with money left over. Early retirement if they wanted it. Security beyond anything they'd ever imagined. But it also meant cameras in their home. Their children's faces broadcast to millions. Their private life becoming public again just when they'd finally found peace.

Lea then chimed in, "Well then, today is the first of many days you'll be spending in that area, or as I like to call it 'The HNW zone'. HNW, short for high net worth." "You're going to need some cash to get started. I just made a wire transfer to your bank account. Have a look." continued Lea. Derek proceeded to check his account balance on his phone.....and he almost dropped it when he saw the number. One. Hundred. Million. $100,000,000. "Mum. That's too much. What am I going to do with so much money?" As appreciative as Derek was with the huge inflow of cash, he had always lived a frugal life. He always made an effort to spend only when absolutely necessary and saved the rest.

No matter how long I had lived in New York, it would never really be home. It was weird to think I was a billionaire now. When I had helped Uncle Dean run the company, I’d had a taste of the lavish life my dad had lived, but I had never had as much money as he had. He’d left me the company, but his money had gone to charities. Now that I had sold the business to Uncle Dean, I had so much money, I could drown in it.

As soon as he said it, there became even more murmurs of agreement and Don looked interested in what Mr Sal had to say. What?! A trillion dollar company!! What?! Trillion?! Trillion?! Was I the only one seeing this from my point of view? Trillion was not a little amount. Why on earth was the rich born so wealthy. Trillion?! That made my brain almost explode. Were they so wealthy that they wanted to turn this company into A TRILLION DOLLAR COMPANY. What?!

I asked him. He smirked, feeling victorious. "Alimony of one million dollars. 1 blinked several times and my jaw dropped. One million dollars?! How many times do I have to be shocked today? Are you just throwing out money?!" Jeff chuckled and shrugged. "One million dollars. You can finally start a new life with a new business," he told me. "You can live in the city of your choice. Or maybe go out of the country and live there." He smiled at me. "All you need to do is to endure being my wife. Wait for six months to be over and then you're an instant millionaire."