Millionaire Shortcut Novels & Stories

Donning a bob cut and a no-nonsense expression, she stared right at the camera and began, "Hey, guys. Today, we will be steering off our current series. Permit me to tell you a story..." "There's this guy, let's call him Mr. Minimum. Mr. Minimum is from old money, so he became a multi-millionaire even before he could crawl. Well, now, he owns a company and is doing very well for himself. But like many rich folks, Mr. Minimum wants to eat his cake and have it. He pays his workers stipends and defaults in taxes despite making millions off the backs of Americans. One day, someone blew the whistle, drawing attention to Mr. Minimum's tax evasion crimes. But guess what happened?

She wasn’t even sure why she was slightly amused, or why she expected anything different. Typical Robert, she thought. Always busy, always juggling a million things at once. That millionaire playboy aura was something he wore like a badge of honor, and it didn’t surprise her in the least that he had somehow managed to squeeze in a blind date arranged by his mother of all people. The man was probably juggling more things than he let on—business deals, meetings, and now, apparently, high-class matchmaking.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“Good enough to guess if you put fifty thousand on Sidewize Inc. today, you could have a million dollars by the end of the week.” “Seriously?” “It’s not a science. I have the instinct, but that doesn’t mean I abuse it. I earn enough to buy my freedom, but I’ll never be indebted to my own greed.” “You’re saying you didn’t buy that stock, even though you believe it’ll turn that much?” “Nah. I avoid it when I can. It’s an addicting rush.” She reached into her purse. “Let’s see if you’re right.” He glanced at her as she texted her brother. “What are you doing?” “Lucian controls my shares. I’m telling him to buy a thousand dollars worth.”

I knew there was something fishy about the marriage when he said it was a merger. Mr Coleman has been Dad's business associate for a while now, so how did it get to using marriage as a means to gather information? I stood up from the bed and made my way outside my room, this was one of those mornings I was grateful that I didn't share a room with him. "Good morning ma." The help greeted me as I came out. "Morning, Is there anything to eat? I'm famished." I said rubbing my stomach, I had forgotten to eat before going to bed the previous night.

Alexander shut her out immediately. He was too busy talking to business partners and potential investors for his company, which was his major purpose for attending the gala. He didn't believe in the act of charity; to him, it was a waste of money, but these things needed to be done so that he could show off his company. A company that he was about to lose the majority shares he owned if he didn't get married.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

charade blows up in my face. “You moved fifty million dollars because you’re scared?” he interrupted, voice rising slightly. “That’s your answer?” he added with a mocking scoff. He leaned forward, voice quieter now, but far more dangerous, almost like we had switched places for a second, my voice was getting increasingly louder.

he whispered, leaning down. My stomach dropped.My stomach drops. I know he's not bluffing. Matt comes from an extremely wealthy family, and I only realized how spoiled and reckless he was when we were dating. He is handsome, popular, and used to getting any girl he wants without effort. I dated him because I genuinely loved him. I just never realized how entitled he was—or how far he'd go when he didn't get what he wanted. “Fine,” I whisper. The last thing I want is to deal with his drama in front of everyone.

" Suddenly, a man in the third row raised his voice and spoke in a lazy and charming manner. Cynthia was so excited about the five million dollars that her heartbeat increased even further. The sudden voice caused her to be stunned, why would Gabriel want to join in the fun? 10 million dollars worth of jewelry. In an instant, the entire hall was silent. Even though the jewelry was tempting, it was still beyond their tolerance. It would only cost them 300 thousand dollars. "This gentleman offered ten million dollars, didn't he? Is there any higher price than 10 million? If not, then let's do it at this price. " The hosts all looked at Cynthia enviously, feeling that she was too lucky.