Millionaire Shortcut Novels & Stories

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

“It’s better to keep things clear even between friends. I mean, I invested a lot of time and effort into vetting and bonding with these guys.” I pouted as if my feelings were hurt. “If you believe I’m asking for too much, let’s just forget the whole thing. I’d hate for money to come between us.” “No, it’s not that. A million dollars is a lot of money. Where on earth am I going to find that kind of money?” Before Cassie could get another word out, the bullet chat jumped in with advice. [Don’t be silly, girl! It’s just a million. Sell your property, and you’re good. You’re going to regret it if you let those billionaires slip through your fingers!]

I marveled silently at his speed, the numbers spilling from him like blood from a wound. In my last life, I'd heard Cassius was some sort of young genius version of Warren Buffet, the real Wolf of Wall Street and stuff. Guys like that existed to make money. They like money like sharks like blood. And talking about sharks, that 17% was a shark's bite, but I had no choice - my own funds were a dry well, and I needed that 8 billion like I needed air. In my previous life, I had never thought that I would need 8 billion one day. I got absolutely nothing in my bank account, and that was why that I had to figure out a way to get that 8 billion from Darrren.

"A...millionaire?" Elizabeth stepped forward and began running a finger slowly along his jawline, down his neck and over his shirt buttons. "A multi-millionaire," she corrected and began undoing his shirt buttons slowly as the news sunk in. Mike felt his mom's hands glide over his abs, up to his chest, stroking his hairs. "My baby's rich and...mmm, strong.” Mike closed his eyes and groaned. God that felt good. She began unbuckling his belt and pulled it out of his trousers in one long tug, casually dropping it to the floor. She put her face inches from his and whispered, "Say it, Mike."

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

“I’ve got 150 million dollars in my card at the moment. I’ll add another 150 million dollars with a three-year fixed-term fund. I want you to cut off your capital chain with that nonsensical supermarket right away!” The president was dumbfounded…

said the cashier as soon as she finished calculating her goods. “Cash or credit card?” The cashier, a name Marge on her nameplate, asked. But Minerva greatly scowled. She had only $100 left in her wallet. Minerva forgot to withdraw. “I’m screwed!” She cursed silently. “I’ll pay for it, Ms.” It was the voice of the handsome and wealthy man…again. And Minerva couldn’t recall how grateful she is for the man. She didn’t even remember how many thank-you she had muttered or how many sweet, angelic smiles she managed to plastered on her youthful face.

"You're still far from the mark. Aim higher!" My mouth was twitching. He's sounding ridiculous as the minutes pass by. "I'm sure it's $1 Million!" I said, pranking him. There is no way he will put $1 million on the card and give it to me just like that. Magnus clapped his hands. "Bravo! You finally guessed it correctly. Lauren, dear, congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a card loaded with a $1 million cash balance. You are officially an instant millionaire now!" He chuckled merrily.