Millionaires Match Novels & Stories

Miranda tried negotiating with him to increase the rate by a little bit, and he accepted it. Using the same tactic, Miranda went to two other banks and deposited ten million dollars in each of them, managing to get interest rates that were higher than the previous bank she went to each time. Finally, Miranda walked out of the last bank as the new owner of three black cards with 30 million dollars' worth of savings and 20 million dollars' worth of liquid cash funds. "I guess this breakup was worth it after all." She'd become a millionaire overnight. Then, Miranda walked past an extremely popular hair salon and went in. She signed up for their membership, which was worth 2,000 dollars. She was

Ashley’s voice rang off from the car, her voice laced with mockery and superiority. “A… are you calling me ugly?” I stuttered in shame, as I scanned through my body. I never knew that day would come, Honestly, I felt I would be able to manage his feelings and pamper him till he fell in love with my nerdy self. But being nice and homely can’t keep a man, I guess. Unfortunately, he played the game perfectly well and robbed me of everything, My dad, my baby, my education, my life. I have been a fool. Damn!

"Miss Maia's profit, in addition to the amount you placed, is a total of 475 million wolvese; which account will it be deposited in?" "475 million?" My lips parted in shock. I made 475 million? Just like that? I'm a rich woman! But wait. My brows furrowed in bewilderment. If I recall correctly, everything should be a total of 380 million. How's it 475 million now?

I point out, attempting to smooth down my hair, which has apparently opted for chaos over civility. Three months of investigating have led us to Platinum Connections. The most exclusive matchmaking service in the city, where wealthy clients pay obscene amounts of money for the promise of true love. With an undivulged side-effect, which has some of them end up dead or financially ruined. "That's kind of the concerning part."

He wet his lips with his tongue "I ain't got all day," Mira said impatiently. "We want a hundred large. Ten stacks. That makes one mil," he said. "There's no way I'm giving you guys one million bucks!" Mira disagreed vehemently. "For fuck sake, I paid you guys half a million already." "That was then," Viper smiled. "But now we know who you are. One million bucks shouldn't be a big deal for the only daughter of George McIntyre." She worked her jaw for a while and heaved a deep sigh. "Fine. Tell me where to put it."

Rather than accept, the man narrows his eyes, and I know he’s one of those rich entitled assholes who thinks he’s supposed to have anything in the world. “$100,000” he says smugly, and everyone gasps. A few years ago, I would have gasped too. Now, I only narrow my eyes back. That's the problem with having such an open invite, I wasn't able to sift out the prideful millionaires. “Sir, I said-” A deep voice rises at the back, “I’ll give you 1 million for it.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise. I know that voice, more than I know my own soul.

She offered Mia a magazine to keep her entertained and smiled as Mia went to sit on a comfortable couch at the reception. The cover picture of the magazine caught Mia by surprise. Her heart was beating fast when she saw a familiar face with a bold headline:” SHAW CARTER, THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE, IS NOW THE CITY MOST WANTED BACHELOR. Mia almost fainted with her discovery.Her boss is her one-night stand. “ Oh no. I can't accept this job. I won't be able to look at his face and work with the way I embarrassed myself that night. Mia concluded and ran out of the place, hearing the voice of the receptionist calling her to come back. She was not looking and hit someone almost falling, but a muscul

, Collette said. “Oh, hell no.”, Kim said. “These damn two timing billionaires are the scum of the earth. They are entitled sociopaths that want their cake, and they want to eat it too.” Kim kneeled in front of her. “Sweetheart, think about it. Who do you think Richie Rich is going to marry? His childhood crush, whose family owns a horse stable, or the heiress to a fortune, his peer?” “I can’t believe I fell for this again. I can’t believe I am so stupid.”, Celine said openly weeping.

Otherwise, they could just watch a legit match. Emily opened her mouth to argue again, but Eugene stepped in, calm and cold. "Whatever we bet," he said flatly, "do you dare to match it?" Carla raised a brow, smug. "Try me." She wasn't worried. In her mind, Amelia was walking straight into a death trap. As long as she had the money, she'd match anything they dared to put up. “Good." Eugene’s eyes narrowed. "Then I'm putting up one hundred million. On Amelia to win."

He lives alone as he enjoys the peace and quiet. On getting down from the car. “Sir?” Luck called He turned and looked at him “Your father requested your present at the old mansion,” he said. Eric not responding left him standing there and went inside. What a day. Erich MacMillies, the richest man in the whole of South America and beyond. Started his own business at the age of 19 and has been running it till this date, now the business has branches everywhere all over the country. With different rivals. He owns his own mafia den and nobody dares challenge him. The press and cops have been in and out of the Mafia ring but not knowing who owns it. Because they all know him as Andrew Richardson