Millionaire Shortcut Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?” I knew I was stepping on shaky ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J. Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

He slowly said, "Alex, why are you still hesitating? If I were you, I’d seize this opportunity immediately. Think about it, as long as you agree to my request, you won’t have any loss at all. All you need to do is say a few words to the villagers, then you can earn $100 million. Such a good opportunity to make so much money is rare, so once you miss it, you may not be able to stumble upon it in the future." Alex came back to his senses and smiled as he responded, "Just as you said, I can indeed earn this $100 million easily. The problem is, $100 million is not as important to me as you think..." "$100 million is still too little for you?" "Exactly!" "Then how much do you want?" "$800 million

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

I got a two-piece gold necklace from Leo and I intended to make it our friendship necklace. “You are a millionaire. How” “Are you married to me Leo?” she questioned “When, how?” “Relax Emily. I will tell you everything “I said, placing the necklace on her neck and she admired it. Emily was a sucker for jewellery and I knew exactly how to get into her heart. “Thank you, Ry” “ This is real gold” “It’s heavy” she exclaimed “Now I believe your millionaire story” “How did you make a million dollars” I went on to narrate my ordeal and her eyes widened. She looked astounded and perplexed at the same time. she asked if I was okay and I assured her I was good.

“Huh?!” He smirks. “All you have to do is say yes, and we are rich!” A multi-billionaire? He should be 17 or 18 and he's already a billionaire? “Whatever!” “Let's go to the bus stop!” Micah said and drags my bag.

She leaned closer to Winston and said mysteriously, "My husband is extremely wealthy. I can steal his money to support you!" Winston gave Millie a sideway glance. Right then, he decided to stop driving just to hear what else she might say that would shock him to the core. He had never realized that Millie was quite the smooth talker. Noticing his gaze on her, Millie assumed he was interested, so she perked up. "When the time comes, I can easily give you tens of millions of dollars. That way, you don't have to work as a gigolo anymore. You could just enjoy life! Isn't that the greatest idea?"

After three years, I had three more restaurants in the state. Now, I have twenty-five restaurants nationwide, and two more locations are ready to open in California. This success allowed me to live like a celebrity, but I always preferred a simple life. I did not want people to love me because of what I had, but because of who I was. Even Stephen was not aware of my financial situation, he only knew about the first restaurant I bought, and called it my ' little project'as if this was some temporary hobby. Now, I was grateful for not telling him the truth. We even had a prenup signed in case of divorce- his family thought it would be the right thing to do, as he had to protect his assets. I h

We hit the highway and I tell him which exit to take before quickly apologizing for my poor joke because, genuinely, I don't know him well enough to be talking about my dick. "Sorry for my terrible sense of humor. I don't get to just cut loose too often. It's like I totally lose all my manners and my filter when I'm with these guys." “You mean there are more down-to-earth, millionaires like you?” he asks before pausing abruptly. “Wait, we’re not hanging out on someone’s yacht, are we?” I can't stop my laughter and I definitely don't correct him despite my net worth of two-point-four billion dollars. My wealth is only worth it around River so that I can purchase whatever he wants, but somethi

“Wow. You do know how to make a woman feel special. It has no doubt come as a surprise that you haven’t been able to find a wife of your own, prince charming.” The sarcasm was very evident in my statement, as I looked at him. He was still laughing now as the whole situation seemed to amuse him. “Good to see that you have managed to find the humor in the situation.” He said, I folded my arms, as my mind tried to keep up with everything. One year. That was three hundred and sixty five days, at the end of which I would have Two million dollars.