Millionaire Stories Novels & Stories

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

"Interesting. So, the rumors of your rags-to-riches story were half-true." Lachlan shrugged. "A little creative spin. Americans love an underdog. And, after all, I did succeed without my father's money." He continued his tale, painting a picture of a ruthless, driven heir rebelling against his father--fighting to make his own way in the world. I was captivated by the story and the man telling it. I knew I was losing my objectivity, but there was something magnetic about the man in front of me and I seemed to be helpless before it--a piece of iron to a lodestone.

Sometimes, I dated young, good-looking guys, but it was just for fun. After all, if there were women like Ella chasing after money, there were men doing the same. I was not naive like Calvin. I would not hand over my family's wealth or my heart. I might have still been the sheltered Ms. Campbell, but deep down, I knew I was worth the very best.

"But we just clicked. We have a lot in common, and he's very down-to-earth." "Down-to-earth?" Emily echoed, raising an eyebrow. "A handsome millionaire? That's a first." I laughed softly. "He's more than just a pretty face and a big bank account. He cares about people and wants to make a difference." "Sounds like a fairytale," Emily said. "But good for you, Sasha. I guess some people are just born lucky." "Or maybe it's about being in the right place at the right time," I countered, not letting her get to me. "And knowing what you want."

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

Suzie, Trina, and I all opted for the pedicures first. “Do you live like this all the time?” Suzie asked, looking around. “No,” I giggled. “I get my nails and toes done once a month, but I’m not hanging out in a spa weekly, and I’m definitely not jetting away to a private island every weekend.” “But your family does have a lot of money, right?” Trina queried. “Yes, they are millionaires,” I advised. “Zander’s brother and grandfather are billionaires. His grandfather, Carrington, is in the top 10 richest people in the USA.”

I wanted to know, but I didn’t want to know. I pulled out the phone and called him; he answered on the second ring. “Yes, princess?” “Before I open that folder. Answer this question. Are you a millionaire or billionaire?” “Why? Do you need a large amount of money?” he asked “No. If I open that folder and see anything like that, then you don’t need to come here tomorrow. I can and will give you a chance if you’re a normal person, Zane. People with wealth. I stay away from them. Because they are all liars, deceitful, unforgiving, and ruthless people.” He was silent.

He might be twenty-eight years of age, but in his grandmother's eyes, he would always be her baby. Her story was a real grass to grace story. It warmed my heart in so many ways and I felt terrible for hastily concluding that this house was just a testament of rich people's madness when they have way too much money than they knew what to do with. That's why it's said that everyone has their own side of the story. Hastily concluding like that made me feel stupid. “That was such an uplifting story ma'am. Have you considered writing a book about it? A lot of people would want to know the full story and not just the tidbits that tabloids and g****e search provides.”

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.

Nathan is known as a reserved and extremely hardworking billionaire, unlike Caden and Emily who came from riches, Nathan climbed his way up the social ladder till he became one of the richest billionaires in New York city. Maybe that's why he is so closed up, he has never been caught in a club or any questionable situations and that's why every media house in New York wants to get a juicy story out of him. "Really? He went home???" Madison frowned as Nathan's car entered the Vine Wood Estate. "No luck today. Maybe we would have better luck next time." Emily sighed and drove Madison to her house. When Emily finally got home, it was almost 9 pm. Madison had pressured her to come into her apart