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Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

Maybe her salary for 10 years! She looked in the mirror and she had a triumphant smile, "look at you, looking like a million bucks already, soon you would be a billionaire, all you need is 9 months." She blew a kiss to herself before fixing her hair up a little. She opened the door and as she stepped out, she bumped into a figure, which felt like a wall because it was sturdy enough to make her bounce back. Wait, since when do they put walls in the middle of doors?

Officer Miller offers his apologies before being cut off by his partner Pennet. “I’m sorry to dive into your personal life, Jessie, but I have to ask - it seems that you have funded your husband’s start-up of his career prior to his multi-millionaire status. Can you tell us how you obtained that money?” “It was an inheritance. I don’t see why that’s important,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. My palms felt clammy against the hospital sheets, as the faint beeping of my heart monitor filled the silence that followed. “We’re going to get to that in just a moment,” Officer Miller replied, his voice calm but firm, like he was piecing together a puzzle I didn’t yet see.

"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."

only family, I have no one else left. And all the money I've been getting from work goes there I don't even have money for myself... but that's not the problem I just... I really need your help, if I can get a loan, I'll work for you till I've cleared it". "How much do you need?". "About a.... a million dollar". He paused to think for a moment, he pulled out his cheque booklet and wrote a three million dollar cheque. My heart was beating dangerously fast. There's no way this is happening.

He decided that his family would come to our mansion to live. The Martens, her parents and her little sister, Joshua, her father, gave her his company on the verge of bankruptcy, an unbalanced gambler and women bet his entire fortune and lost it, Emma, an arrogant and arrogant woman, who only cared about appearances, and little Megan, an innocent young woman who had just finished high school and won a scholarship to study at a prestigious university, I could say that she is salvageable.

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.