Millionaire Shortcut Novels & Stories

"But me? I can help. If you need fast money, I've got connections." Cyrus gave him a cautious look. "You? Are you sure? I need at least 1,000,000 dollars." The punk's eyes lit up. 'Big fish.' He whipped out a business card. "Our company specializes in rescuing people from desperate situations. If you need money, you came to the right place." The card read: [Duomore Finance. Mason Hackett, Sales Manager.] Cyrus' face brightened with feigned excitement. "You can really lend me money? I need a million. Help me through this, and I swear I'll pay it back within three months."

Elise was in her swing, making the sounds she made when she was getting sleepy but refusing to admit it. "Thank you," I said. "For the night shifts. For the two weeks." "You already thanked me." "I'm thanking you again." I looked at him. "It mattered." He held my gaze. "I know." Elena called on Friday to tell me that one of the women from the Thursday sessions had used the financial literacy framework to negotiate a settlement with her ex-husband's lawyers. "She walked in with the spreadsheet you helped her build," Elena said. "Their lawyer didn't expect it. They settled in two hours."

He reached for his phone in his sweatpants pocket and turned it on. I stared at his phone's screen in awe. Was he really going to call him? He clicked on Mr. John Hawthorn in his contact list and called him. My heart began to race in fear but I couldn't seem to stop him. I knew I wasn't going to have 40 Million dollars to repay the idiot Hawthorn, but I couldn't get married to Hames either. The only way out was going to be if I met a Billionaire today, who's madly in love with me, fall in love with him and he'll be willing to settle my debts. Oh wait, that was going to be Hames, that was Hames!

Ayden retorts sarcastically. "Well, maybe if you had been hugged as a child and made to feel special, you would realize how much people need the affection of others," she rebukes with great vigor, causing the millionaire to look at her with a restrained air. "What would you know? I got more than that, and I didn't deserve it," he replied bitterly in each of his words.

She grinned at her perky aunt. “Oh yeah!” Millie had a smirk on her thin lips. “And what about you, little Geri Cherry, when are you going to get it through your pretty head that you’re wasting away chasing your smoke-filled dreams? Find yourself a millionaire before that hot body of yours goes all the way downhill.” “That what you did, Auntie dear? I didn’t know Randall Rogan was a millionaire back then.”

I set my coffee down, refocus on my screen, and begin typing out my email, “Dear Mr. Carter, congratulations. You've managed to turn me into a millionaire with no idea how to spend it. I've dreamt of this day my whole life, and now that it's here, I'm just… stuck. My bank account is overflowing, and I'm starting to feel like Scrooge McDuck, swimming in vaults of gold coins. Help?" I hit send and wait, my eyes fixed on the screen. Minutes later, my email pings. Andrei's response has arrived.

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

A fierce hunger for success burned within Stella's core, propelling her to seek greater heights. Without hesitation, Merrick seized the moment. Masking his true identity, he assumed an alternate persona and embarked on a monetary venture. With a decisive stroke, he invested a staggering sum of 100 million dollars in S&C Corporation's stock and shares, capitalizing on the temporary downturn without using his real name.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

"That will depend on how diligent you are. He needs a lawyer in two weeks." "You're a dumbass. How could you hire a newbie when you know how crazy that business of yours gets?" "Don't judge me, Elaine. You were once a newbie too and you're doing quite well." "This and that are completely different." I sighed. "Fine. I'll find you a lawyer but after that, never approach me again." "Also, fifteen thousand dollars doesn't sound too bad for charity." "Fucking scumbag." "What? You have so much that a few thousands are pocket change."