Millionaires Match Novels & Stories

“Oh my god! Did I hear it right? Did he really just say 20 million?” “Hah! 20 million is nothing to Langley Corporation. Mr. Langley is so freaking cool.” “Ah! I wish I could marry him. He’s so rich and powerful, he’s completely my type…”

It’s the glittering, sweet-smelling, dream ticket out of their miserable, pathetic lives: the irresistible £5,000,000 Free Stake. The idea? Put a hundred K in there that didn’t belong to you in the first place, and win five million. It fucking fries their brains. Even the most cautious, most level-headed gambler will forget that he walked through my front door, the man who never loses. What does the man who never loses, rush to his club like a slave running to his master, on a Friday night for, you ask? Even when his head is fucking killing him?

For the next few days, Regina reveled in luxury and privilege, lifted so high she seemed untouchable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me, too. Until one day, during a livestream, world-renowned billionaire Cyril Mallet made a staggering wager of hundreds of billions, all just for three rounds of cards with Regina. The whole world erupted in shock. "Wait, that's the richest man who controls tens of thousands of mines! He's actually asking to bet with the incredibly lucky Regina Wade?"

“No.” “It's Ezra Wilde. My celebrity crush. Can you imagine the two of us? The ‘Farm Girl Turned Icon' and the world's biggest hearth-throb. We'll be the new power couple. The internet will literally collapse.” Huh? Ezra who? I thought she had a crush on Andrew Ashford? ​I took a breath, trying to keep the vertigo that always lurked at the edges of my vision from taking hold. “It's a beautiful dream. But help me with the math. Those boots, that skirt, the five-thousand-dollar deposit for this ‘gig’... where did the money come from?”

That was three hundred and sixty five days, at the end of which I would have Two million dollars. Under normal circumstances, there was no universe in which I would ever make that kind of money. Definitely not legally and not as quickly as I needed it. There were things that I hadn’t told him, things I had no intention of telling him, that money could fix and I definitely couldn’t keep ignoring them. “So, how will the payment work?” I asked, “There will be a three month trial period to see if any of this can even work in the first place.” He said, “I don’t want to spring up the marriage on the lawyers immediately or they are going to suspect that something is up.”

"Could it be…" Trey's brow twitched, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. "…the Morrison family?" "The richest family in the city?" Stella hurried to Arthur's side, her eyes lighting up with incredulity. "Arthur… is it really them?" "Yes." Arthur's tone was calm, but beneath the surface, a trace of pride couldn't be hidden. "This time, the major investment in our company comes from the number one powerhouse in Goldmont's business world—Morrison Group."

One of the richest businessmen in the country. According to the news and countless rumors, he was also one of the most difficult people to work for. Graziel let out a quiet sigh. At this point, she wasn't in any position to be picky. She desperately needed money. And she needed it as soon as possible. Without wasting another second, she went straight to the address written on the job posting. She had no room for pride anymore. Even if it meant working as a maid, she would gladly do it for her sick mother. The moment she stepped out of the taxi, she almost turned around and left. The mansion standing before her was breathtaking.

A small smile settles on my lips and he asks, "How do you intend to get your capital?" "Sponsors? I have been meeting people," I sigh, "some of them want a partnership." Brandon traces a line on my belly. "I can be your sponsor, I'll give you the funds to start, you don't have to pay back, no partnership." "No. I don't want my success to be attributed to you or my status as your wife, I want to do it on my own with help from others." His eyes grow cold, his hand hangs mid-air and a soft sigh escapes me. "It's not a bad thing to have your success attributed to me. I am your husband, the only one who will give you the funds without expecting anything in return. You know I am your best option."

One year later The bi-annual matchmaker’s party was in full swing as the newest members of the club mingled about with the olders ones. Most were interns looking for mentorship oppurtunities, and some had just broken into the world of the elite looking for guidance. There were also some wedding planners roaming about, getting their exposure and making connections. The Billionaire’s Matchmaking Club was an instant success, more so than Hugo and I had ever anticipated. The two of us stood at the balcony of the HQ’s mansion, looking down into the garden with rose champagne in our hands.

“ONE MILLION DOLLARS!” Everyone was stunned yet again by someone who just bid a high amount and first for the item that is the same as the first one which Xander won. “One million dollars for the gentlemen in white!” The host declares, not that surprised anymore after what Xander did a while back. “A tycoon?” “Multi-billionaire.”