Millionaire Shortcut Novels & Stories

“I don’t think I should... I am scared what might happen if I get to know him…. and I don’t want to sleep with a grandpa.” Just in case he is a grandpa. “He is not a grandpa.” Lena insists. “We could google him and see what comes up. He is rich, that’s for sure… I am sure we can find him on internet.” Jake says. We sit in front of the laptop and search for different keywords. M. Miller Millionaire. M. Miller Billionaire. M. Miller Las Vegas. and we don’t like our options. I am not sure if this will turn out to be some big mistake in my life or a golden opportunity.

I smile at her as I drop the items on the counter, I have always known life will get easier for us but I didn’t think it will be this soon. Her features soften when I slide my black card on the desk, my heart swells with pride and I can’t help feeling like what I truly am, the wife of a billionaire. It feels good. She puts the chocolate into a paper bag, I don the hat and slip a few paper bills from my purse into her hands, rushing out before she has a chance to fully process what just happened.

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

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Evan asked, his hands on his waist, thinking. "Nope!" Shantelle said, "I want to buy it with my own money." She marched closer to Evan and indicated, "I'm thinking about spending a lot of money. Lots and lots of it." When she was inches away from Evan, she said, "I just found out that I am... a billionaire, and I didn't even know how it all happened!" Folding her arms against her chest, she asked, "Who could my generous benefactor be?" Evan laughed. His eyes thinned in amusement as they gleamed. He answered, "Oh, that."

-Good day, My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would

“You’re welcome.” “You bastard!” I slammed my hand on the table. “You think you can waltz in and take everything because you’ve got a fucking checkbook?” Cassian leaned forward. His voice dropped, soft enough to make me lean in. “Your father took three million dollars from me. Over eight years. Some cash. Some wire. Some through accounts he never told you about. You want to talk about courage? Try lying to your daughter while mortgaging her future.” My head spun. “Three million?” I breathed. “He wouldn’t—”

Suddenly, my entire opinion about the man standing before me changed drastically. Usually, I tried to stay invisible, but that would be nearly impossible now that I was the fake girlfriend of a billionaire. The distance I had created only a minute earlier vanished when Miguel stepped closer and took my hand. He intertwined his fingers with mine, like a proper couple. I shivered. I looked around quickly, terrified someone might see us, and that, within minutes, a new photo would appear in the newspapers. “Let’s go inside and talk.” His voice sounded unfamiliar now. “I have a proposal for you.”

I'm not sure why they paid me right away, but I helped Neil out by transferring that money straight into his account. I made a deal on one of my greatest secrets for $10,000. There are times when I believe money simplifies and eases our problems. To avoid having to deal with issues in my life, I would love to become a billionaire like Aron Finge in the future.

Her fashion and makeup line will boost it. “Was this what you expected of your future? Our future?” A bitter taste fills my mouth, I close my eyes. I don’t like the turn of this conversation. Fortunately for me, El is not interested in my reply. “When I was younger, I used to tell Ma I will get on Forbez list.” My hand closes over my phone, I tap on the screen and point it at her. The screen illuminates her face, she sticks her tongue out. “Billionaire under thirty.”