Millionaire Next Door Thomas Stanley Novels & Stories

Cameron replied, just as shocked as I was. “That’s not even the half of it,” Cassandra told us. “Stanley cut Vivienne out of the will. He knew about everything. Apparently, Ellie called him the night before he died. He wrote us all these letters and…” her voice trailed off. “And what? What did he leave you?” Stella prompted. Cassandra beamed at us. “His legacy, his estate, and get this,” she smiled a cute, devilish grin, “a BILLION dollars. Can you believe it? I’m a billionaire!”

That feels pointed. She leans back slightly. “We’re still… connected. Our families have business ties. It’s complicated.” Everything with him is complicated. I hate that I’m sitting here feeling small. Like some side character in a story that’s way bigger than me. “I don’t see how this concerns me,” I say. Valeria’s eyes soften. Almost sympathetic. “It concerns you because the people who knocked on your door last night?” she says gently. “They’re not strangers to me.” My blood runs cold.

So, he grabbed a handful of his mints candy and stuffed them into his mouth while he paced about the spacious room. A month ago, he never would have thought that he would leave the luxury of the large mansion to stay in one of his apartment homes but he was there now and there was nothing he wanted to do about it. When he was certain that his neighbor had ceased crying, he headed out. Heaving a sigh of relief, he sauntered past her door back into the elevator where he received a call from Gabby. “I'm on my way, Gabby. I will be there soon.” Tyler mumbled while hoping that for his sake, Gabby had done the wise thing by throwing a private party for his birthday. One that didn't include crimes

🎁🎁VIVIAN🎁🎁 As soon as she stepped out of the bookstore, she shuffled through her handbag to get a hold of her phone. I needed to call the police right away. She needed to tell them who she had just seen. Jasamina McCully. The run-away wife of Ludale McCully. The wife of the state's congressman and a multi-millionaire who had absconded from home and had her husband searching frantically for her. And their baby.

“Elna.” “Every day I am reminded by the things around me that nothing truly belongs to me. So I set out to create something of mine and yet you still took that from me. The one thing I wanted. If building a legacy with your own sweat and money didn’t matter so much to you, you wouldn’t be looking for investors because your family has all the money in the world. All the money you will ever need. So you are not sorry, Brandon Stark.” She stops to catch her breath. Hurt twists my insides. I blink back the tears burning my eyes. “You are just sorry I found out.”

“Because from where I was standing, everyone looked pretty entertained.” I stayed quiet. “You know what the worst part was?” she continued sharply. “Watching those older businessmen spend millions like pocket change while you sat there saying nothing.” Something inside me stiffened. “Celia.” “No, tell me I’m wrong.” She crossed her arms tightly. “You couldn’t even keep up financially with the people around us tonight.” My jaw tightened immediately. She wasn’t entirely wrong. Ten million dollars. The anonymous bidder had thrown that number out effortlessly while I sat there mentally calculating whether Celia had completely lost her mind.

I said. "Don't think too long. Spots fill up fast." He hung up. I immediately called Mila. She picked up before the first ring finished. "Bitch, I'm literally just thinking about you. What's good?" "I got invited to a four-day party. By this guy named Thomas Crane." "Wait, the Thomas Crane? The one of the youngest billionaire with even more stupid amount of money?" "That's the one." "Girl, hell yes," Mila said. "We have to go."

"True legacies require dedicated foundation work." The ancient estate held its breath as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Britain's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each caress, each heated glance, each moment of perfect understanding between us reinforced the precious truth of our connection – that we had found something transcendent in each other's arms.

Was this man really so hard to understand? Lily remained distracted throughout dinner, mindlessly chewing her food, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the window. She hardly heard what Margret and Henry Parker were discussing. Margret got up to serve Henry a bowl of soup and then sat down, saying, “I heard the house next door was sold. Why hasn’t there been any movement yet?” Their house was a two-unit structure per floor. The owner next door, a private businessman, had suffered losses in the financial crisis last year and had liquidated his properties for cash.

A video doorbell that had no doubt already announced his presence hung on the wall beside the entrance. He knew what he needed to do today. He needed to convince the man who hated him that he was really a good guy. He needed to make the wealthiest man in Blackwater see that living on the ranch wasn’t so bad, and that it was what Camille wanted. He needed to tell Nathan all of those things and make him understand how much he loved Camille. He touched the button, and the door opened within seconds. Nathan answered with his chin lifted. Noah shifted his weight to his other foot. “Mr. Vanderbilt, can I have a moment of your time?”