Millionaire Next Door Thomas Stanley Novels & Stories

Four men were gathered in front of a large gate. While other students were studying inside the library or in their rooms, Kyle, Chaylen, Vincent, and Terban waited outside Slyvester's house. "Woah. Slyvester’s house is big,” Chaylen expressed, surprised at the grandeur house in front of them. “He acts like a beggar in the boarding house; I did not expect that he is actually rich,” he added. Terban looked at the house casually and asked, "So, how do we get in?"

Crying wasn't going to solve anything. Checking around she only saw a cheque of five billion dollars and a note vividly explaining how tight and good she was in bed got her all flared up, the person had written that note like she was nothing but a dirty whore who should be grateful for a generous tip. Paying her off for a night stand was bad but making her look like a slut was the least she could contain with, that son of bas**rd should be lucky they never met gave to face and also for the fact she had no idea who he was or she would have taunted him to death and told him how much of a fool he was, the nerve of that b**ch.

He was old and bald and seemed to be around his sixties. As he looked back at Lana, Stanley briefly imagined the old man trying to force himself on her. He felt disgusted and the thought almost made him puke. Other men began to bid for her as well. One bid fifty-three, another, sixty, yet another, seventy. Each time, Stanley looked at them and could not deny that they all disgusted him. They finally arrived at ninety million dollars. Since no one else raised the bid, Stanley closed his eyes when he heard the man say, ninety million dollars going once, going twice...."

“I really need money right now. Without a million dollars, I can’t leave with you.” “A million dollars?” Stanley paused, deep in thought, and let go of me. As he pulled his fingers away, there was a soft popping sound. He’s just a mechanic—where would he get a million dollars? I said this hoping he would back off and avoid getting caught up in my messy situation. --- I was planning to divorce Jeffery, make him leave with nothing, and reclaim the house and car my parents had given me.

Naturally, he had to ask Stan for help to find a place which satisfied Isaac's request. Naturally, Stan found a place soon enough since his time spent working domestically was not for nothing. There was a castle formerly owned by a late millionaire built halfway up a mountain, and his son had been trying to sell it since his passing because he hated it. However, no one bought it since it was too expensive. Even James raised an eyebrow as he stared at it. "A 30 million dollar castle to keep one body? Extravagant, don't you think?" Stan rolled his eyes. "Which is more important, money, or getting Mr. Jefferson over Irene Spencer's death?"

“I have something for you that I think you’ll like.” “Do you?” he yawned. “Yes! I found a way to get money from my nephew. I think you should come see it.” He perked up. “Really? I’ll be right there.” He had to admit he was intrigued. What scheme had Robert concocted? Mistake number one was that Robert had done whatever he’d done in his own home. It was an ostentatious mansion, the typical display of wealth that all of those little dick energy men made. Big homes, expensive cars, flashy jewels. That bawdy lifestyle that was meant to make them feel like more than they were. It was even more humorous because the Stewarts were old money. Robert should have known better.

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

Stacy got up to leave soon after she finished speaking, but Abigail stopped her, “Wait... you... don't do that. I'll... I'll try to get you the money you want. Just give me some time.” Stacy’s mouth curled up with a wicked smile, and she sat down again, “Well you are smart. Since you are so loyal to your husband’s family, I want to see how long you can keep your loyalty. One million... tomorrow, I'll wait right here. Don’t be late.” “Tomorrow? No… not tomorrow.” Abigail exclaimed anxiously. Her face was as pale as paper. “I… I don’t have this much money right now. Just give me at least one week."

His eyes were narrowed with a barely visible glint. Lewis’s back was drenched in a cold sweat. With gritted teeth, he held up the pen with much difficulty as he signed his name on the agreement. Could he have refused to sign it? This man before him was George Thomas, the wealthiest man in Riverdale, worth more than tens of billions! If his young master wanted to acquire his company, how would he dare to refuse? If he ever dared to, what awaited him would definitely be a devastating blow. Moreover, his company’s growth was all thanks to President Thomas’s investment and support during its early days.