Novel & Cerita Millionaires Match

I wanted to set the pace. ​"Eighty," Matthias countered, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. He didn't even look at the board. His eyes were fixed on me. ​"Ninety." ​"One hundred." ​The room gasped. A hundred million for a derelict rail yard was madness, but we weren't buying land. We were buying dominance. ​"One hundred and ten," I snapped.

“Good morning to you too, Millie.” Millie scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I'm talking about! You’re not even his type. Raymond is powerful, sophisticated, and wealthy. And you… Well, you’re just you, useless, you don't have anything to your name , and you're totally out of his league.” I am the perfect person to be his wife, not you Michelle, “Because I match him in every aspect, talk about money, class, power…I have everything you lack!” Millie said, obviously agitated.

We walked down the hall to the very last room. “Just so you know, Dutton,” Paul informed. “Our dorm room is not like the others. Nathan’s dad and grandfather are billionaires.” I gulped, “Billionaires?” “Nathan is the heir to the Michaels Investment Group,” Paul stated. “Paul, you don’t have to tell people that,” Nathan said, rolling his eyes. “Wow,” I stared at Nathan in amazement. “Your grandfather is my idol. Michaels Investment Group made two hundred and seven billion dollars last fiscal year, that’s approximately ninety-seven billion net profits.”

“Yes. His wealth didn’t come from his family. He built it himself. The company, his investments—they’re all a result of his hard work. He didn’t inherit his wealth; he created it.” Nadia’s eyes widened, her mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of what Miranda had just revealed. “Wait—so, Theodore is a billionaire? And he didn’t inherit this?” Miranda gave a brief, firm nod. “That’s right." Nadia sat back, stunned. She had no idea the man she had been pretending to be with was a self-made billionaire. Her world suddenly felt much smaller in comparison. “So, this whole thing—this engagement—it’s not about the money?” Nadia asked, trying to put the pieces together.

“Miss Laurent, we’ve hit our ceiling. 200 million was our limit.” But Victoria had already stopped listening. Her pride surged ahead of reason. She lifted her paddle again. “250 million from the Richter Group!” the host announced. Seated beside Serena, Marilyn grew visibly tense. She knew the Morales family couldn't afford to play this game. Serena, however, raised her paddle once more, elegant and unshaken. “330 million from Aether.” Victoria reacted instantly. “350 million!” The host echoed her bid with growing excitement, noting the intensity of the duel between the two women.

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

“ I have a plan and you all are not going to like it. I was thinking of going alone but now that we are here, I might as well involve all of you. “ “ We would do anything to get off our parents debt, tell us. “ Maria cried. “ Fine then. Last month we had a secret meeting at the club. The mistress told us about a top class sex game going on involving the Macmiller triplets. They are powerful, rich and influential. The game is top secret and off files. “ “ The Macmiller triplets? “ Maria arched a brow, “ They were involved in two missing women's case. All charges have been dropped, they paid the judge. “ “ I told you they were rich. “ Lindy beamed. “ And a sex game? How dangerous is this? “ Ma

she said, handing me my bouquet. I grabbed my father's arm and let him lead me to the church. When we reached the top of the aisle, I could hear that inside everyone was buzzing with excitement. The wedding of the century, that's what they called it, and it was true. I was bout to marry the man who was the most desired single in the country, Stephen Dowes, heir of Dowes Inc. Four hundred guests arrived to witness the ceremony. Every young woman who was here today envied me, knowing what fortune Stephen will inherit one day.

Nothing that didn’t sound like a stretch. “Exactly.” Clara nudged her with an elbow. “You’re not even trying. Honestly, if you’d stayed in that fancy penthouse a little longer, who knows? You could’ve been sipping champagne on a yacht right now instead of scrubbing pigeon crap off patio chairs.” Millie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Because millionaires are always falling for the help. I have a life, Clara. I wasn’t going to play Rapunzel in some billionaire’s tower.”

From the back, a young billionaire held up his paddle. "3.5 million," he called. George didn't bat an eye. He countered immediately. "Five million." "Seven million!" The billionaire called. "Ten million," George countered, paddle held high, but the whispers, they were higher, louder. And Camille basked in every single one of them. This was her moment. "Ten million going once, going twice, and sold to Mr. Ashton!" The Emcee's announcement made Camille's chest swell with a mix of happiness and triumph.