Millionaire Next Door Thomas Stanley Novels & Stories

They were bright even at night when there was no source of light to look when there was no source of another human between us when there was nothing but nature. I know he isn't romantic, and maybe I am not the romantic one too but at this moment for a second, I closed my eyes and felt his closeness to my heart. Blake Jensen was standing right near close to my heart, he was the billionaire of the country and I was the girl of the roads, we were different from each other in everything, he was the one whom I have pledged never to run to. Yes, I remember the day when I took the pledge to not run into any billionaire but look at me now, look at the scarcity of my life.

The people, who were mostly farmers, owners of small lands, and small businesses, were amazed by this information. “Yeah, I'm so rich that, modesty aside, I'm considered one of the richest men in the entire world,” Jensen shrugged, looking at those people as if they were nothing but ants. “So if I want you to leave this shitty town, you will leave even if you don’t want to.”

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.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed

he says as he saunters away. I let go of the breath I’m holding. Whenever he is near I feel nervous and hot and bothered. “Is Celine staying here?” I ask. “No, she is next door with the rest of my staff.” “You bought the property next door to house your staff?” I ask incredulously. He looks up from mixing my drink. “Why wouldn’t I? It makes perfect sense. There’s no travel time, and I have access to them anytime I need.” I sit. “Yes, I suppose when money is not the object you can do such things.” “Yes, money oils everything.”

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

Without the keys, I couldn't tear down the walls. Where was I supposed to get another 500 thousand dollars? I stared at my contacts list in a daze. I scrolled through my contacts until I came across Thomas Nash, a high school classmate. The guy was a private lender. After we talked for a while, Thomas went silent for a few seconds. "Milo, have you been scammed? Could a dump at Rosewood Apartments be even worth more than a million dollars?" "Just help me out. You can set the interest rate."

“Is… is this the billionaire’s house?” Thomas stared at him, something cold settling behind his eyes. “Yes,” he said flatly. “State your business.” The man chuckled, rubbing his palms together like he’d stumbled upon luck. “Ah. Thought so. Knew it. This place is massive. Bloody massive. My God.” He craned his neck, peering past the gate as though he could absorb the wealth by sight alone. “My daughter married well.” Thomas raised a brow. “Your daughter?”

⸻ Minutes Later We drove through a long, private driveway that led to a massive black-and-white mansion. Security guards dressed in black stood at the gate, holding rifles. He brought me... to his private home? He glanced at me. I stared back. We didn't need to speak - I could already hear his thoughts. A butler opened the door for me. "Welcome home, Mr. Steele," the older man said with a nod to both of us. I stepped out, taking in the luxury. There was a giant fountain in the middle of the driveway. Everything screamed money. Nic took my hand and pulled me gently inside.

She needed to maintain her cover until she understood the extent of her husband's involvement in this covert world. The offer she presented took Thomas Sterling by surprise. "I need some information from you about the famous billionaire; Mr Alexander and I'm willing to give you millions of dollars for it." Millions of dollars for just an information. The sum was staggering, and yet it revealed the depth of Elizabeth's determination to Know the depth of the truth. He hesitated, a subtle internal battle waging within him. His loyalty to the mysterious "Mr. Alexander" and the world of secrets he occupied were at odds with the temptation of financial security.