Millionaire Shortcut Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

"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.

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

Calvin never used to throw cash around like that when he was chasing me. His company was still growing, and money was tight. I got it, so I never made a fuss about fancy gifts. I would tease him and say, "You're not giving the Campbell family's miss enough credit. I've seen it all—fancy cars, designer watches, you name it. Whatever you give me, it's all the same as a bunch of flowers." I never lied to myself. I did not care about how much things cost because I believed we could not put a price on feelings.

Another text: *Next time, you’ll be inside. He called Jake. “Take them to the safe house. Now.” --- Past Adriana watched the news from her balcony, champagne in hand. Leon’s face dominated the screen—*“Billionaire CEO Accused of Fraud!”* Richard had delivered. The board was in chaos, investors fleeing. Leon’s net worth plummeted. She dialed him. “Still think you can ignore me?” “What do you want?” Leon hissed. “Everything,” she said. --- **Present**

Misha’s gaze lingered on me, unreadable for a long beat, before he leaned back and drawled, “Well, well, Miss Heir. Looks like you’ve finally found your crown. One question, though.” “What is it?” He leaned back in the armchair like he owned the place, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “You make it sound like I’ll work for you. But are you sure you can pay me?” “Pay you?” Misha shrugged, casual as ever. “I’m a billionaire, remember? My hourly f*e is insane. Astronomical. You’d need to sell a kingdom just to book me for a coff*e.” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “God, I forget that all the time.”

I did not want to spend another minute here, as a woman got up on stage and started to call the nominees for Biggest New Business. “The winner of this category started their business five years ago and in the first three years, they managed to rack up a whopping sum of two billion dollars worth of income, which has increased since those first three years. Ladies and gentlemen, the award goes to Pace Automobile, owned by Mr. Jaxon Pierce.” The hall was silent for a few seconds then became rowdy from the cheering around. Even I was trying to make sense of the situation when Jaxon stood up to take my hands into his, leading us to the stage.

There was the usual mockery in his voice, as if reminding me how, for the past five years, I'd clung to him in debasing humiliation, using my money to buy his time and keep him happy. Sherry Tate stood a little behind him, her fingers curling against the hem of her clothes. Her red-rimmed eyes only made her seem even more fragile and pitiful. And there it was again. I heard that crisp, childlike voice coming from her belly. "Take the card already, Daddy! Invest those two million dollars into Burkcoin, and in ten years, its value will shoot up by three thousand times! You can become the richest man in the country eight years earlier than before.

Maisie collected Zach car keys and reached for her coat, she knew that she was dumb for not telling Zach and doing exactly what Jeffery told her to do but she did not have a choice she refuse to let her friend suffer for the fact that her only crime was to be the friend of a girl who was dating a millionaire who also happened to have a psychotic brother. She just hope that Jeffery will be vengeful and prideful enough to want to gloat at Zach that he had ruin Zach life, then he would put Zach in the position that he is about to put her and when Zach arrive, she hoped that with the two of them working together that they will be enough to take Jeffery down.

Trisha lived a physical life that involved long hours in the gym along with the regular training required for her job. Sara laughed. “Well, I’m back home.” “You’re where?” Trisha asked, all exhaustion gone from her voice. “Yeah. You remember Mr. Garrison? He died last week, and now you’re talking to the heir to a billion dollars.” “A wha—” Trisha gasped. “Well, probably half of that after taxes and whatnot.” “Sara! You didn’t tell me that old man was a bajillionaire!” Sara laughed. “I didn’t know! I knew he always had plenty of money to give me for college and whatever I needed until I got a job, but it seems that old coot was keeping some secrets.”