Millionaires Match Novels & Stories

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.

I covered my forehead with my palm waiting for the goddamned music being played to fvcking end! The car moves forward a bit and stopped again. It is really going to be a long night. "Well, damnit,my speaker developed a cold feet but we got a new one in! How about we flip the pages now? Winslow Miguel! Yea,yea,we can hear your screams,our dear listeners. Who is WM? He's the first billionaire on the list which has been updated thrice in this week,but guess what?! He is still topping it! He is really like the toppings on cake that never changes!

But there was no believable explanation for it yet. “Thank you,” I said instead. She squeezed my hand. “You don't have to thank me. You're my best friend. I'd fight the whole world for you.” I smiled at her, but the guilt settled a little deeper. Because one day, she might wonder why I'd let her defend me with only half the truth. Later that afternoon, a news segment interrupted the movie we had been watching. “Billionaire businessman Donavin Prescott attended the annual Prescott Foundation where he announced a new investment initiative”.

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.

she said. The first item appeared on Thursday. It was only six lines. It was tucked into the middle of the Page Nine column, between a restaurant opening and a society divorce, in the same chatty, friendly tone as everything else. WHICH MIDTOWN MILLIONAIRE has been hiding a very expensive secret? According to friends of the family, the billionaire's so-called "guest" last year was actually a PAID COMPANION, whose family troubles and mounting bills led her to a most profitable arrangement. One source calls her "a clever girl who spotted a lonely man and a full bank account." She has since left town. Those closest to the couple say they are "relieved." We hear the wedding bells are ringing eve

"Well, let the speculation begin. No one will guess this, though. My beautiful wife to be and the mother of my child." The newspapers in town ran rampant with stories about the pair. As was the norm when they went out in public. He was the son of a billionaire who ran a multinational company. Maverick was a millionaire in his own right. Scarlett was the unknown in everything. Maverick walked onto the office floor that held his office and his fathers, who was in his doorway waiting. That was not all that surprising for Maverick to see. He expected it and was ready for it as well. He knew what was coming.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Maisie collected Zach car keys and reached for her coat, she knew that she was dumb for not telling Zach and doing exactly what Jeffery told her to do but she did not have a choice she refuse to let her friend suffer for the fact that her only crime was to be the friend of a girl who was dating a millionaire who also happened to have a psychotic brother. She just hope that Jeffery will be vengeful and prideful enough to want to gloat at Zach that he had ruin Zach life, then he would put Zach in the position that he is about to put her and when Zach arrive, she hoped that with the two of them working together that they will be enough to take Jeffery down.

She smirked. "Bring it on," I said quickly, giving her a silly smile. "You're going to lose this time, baby girl. Prepare your 500,000 now or we will rip off your clothes and only your tongue will be left bruise-less. "Haha!" Laughter came out of my mouth. "Don't count your chicks before they hatch." I thought I would only stay here for two rounds and then transfer to these rich men beside our table, but I guess there's no need. I already won 600,000 pesos and a bundle of money is in front of me now.

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?