Millonario Novels & Stories

“Wait, wait. Hold on. You’re telling me this guy wants a baby out of the deal and offers you such a huge amount of money? And that’s it? What’s his name? Do you even know who he is?” Emma bit her lip, trying to remember the name Aunt Jane had told her. “Yeah, I think his name is Ryan Miller.” Sonia’s jaw dropped. “Shut up! Ryan Miller? The Ryan fucking Miller?” “Do you know him or something?” Emma asked, curious of her response and Immediately, Sonia brought out her phone and googled Ryan Miller. "Let me show you who Ryan Miller is." She flashed Emma the search results: “Forbes 30 Under 30, richest man in New York?”

Theodore wasn’t just distant; he was consumed by his responsibilities. “One more thing,” Nadia asked, curiosity rising. "I know he's wealthy, but what exactly does he do? How does he make a living?" Miranda’s tone turned serious. “Mr. Theodore is a businessman, Ms. Nadia, and he’s a billionaire.” Nadia blinked, her shock evident. “Billionaire?” she echoed. “He’s a billionaire?” Miranda nodded, her expression calm. “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.”

But not me. Definitely not me, I believe that even the most flawless person in the world has one mole. That means that this billionaire is no exception. That billionaire is Allistair Montero. The multi-billionaire that owned several businesses that you wouldn't even notice, the food you're eating is from one of his restaurants or maybe one of your cars are from one of his car companies. It's strange how he's so rich when his family just owned the sugar-milling industry ages ago. That means something must be happening. I existed to find that secret out and expose it to the people.

Rachel said jokingly before going nearer to Maya to speak to her. "Now listen to me, you spoilt brat in denial, First of all, I'm Araceli fucking Garcia," Rachel started in a powerful tone. She knew just merely mentioning that she was a Garcia was the first step to make her terrible at her front, the Garcia was a feared name in the whole of the business world because while people like Harvey, the Baldwins, the Peru's, and other 20th century millionaires, the Garcias, the Miller's and the Azariahs are old money billionaires, talking about the 19th century old money, they had money even before salavery became a big business alongside cotton plantation.

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

Leonardo suddenly spoke making everyone go silent. “One million dollars?! Is there anyone here who can surpass that?” “20 million dollars." Andrew spoke, throwing Leonardo a smirk. “Wow! 20 million dollars??!” "100 million." Leonardo glared at him. "200 million." "450 million." "500 million." "200 billion dollars." Leonardo finally spoke and everywhere instantly went pin drop silent, even Andrew was stunned. “200 billion?!!!!!!! Going.. going.. and gone!!! Miss, that man now has you for a whole day!”

He smiled before stating his response. "I know that you will also be happy with him. I'm sure of that". I really felt strange in this deal that we have but I'll just go with it. "You're totally aware that he hasn't got the chance to see my face dad, right?” I asked him with confusion. Well, you might wonder why I asked him that. My face was never published in any magazines or newspapers, or seen on any television screen or public videos, so no one ever recognizes me as the only daughter of this billionaire who owned multinational companies and Aviation, which happened to be my dad.

" Ah, do I know the hot guy who is hitting on my darling Lavinia?” " Yes, Luan! Leave the suspense behind " Mariana pressed, looking interested in the answer. "Who is the guy?” " Murilo Fernandes, a millionaire businessman and gorgeous beyond belief," He said, bursting into outrageous laughter. Murilo... That name brought back many memories of a night that had marked me, but that I preferred to keep in the recesses of my memory because it was something I could not brag about having done, although if I could go back in time, I would still do everything the same... maybe even better, I thought maliciously.

To hell with Camilla and her shitty desserts! I'm rich! Ruby screamed in her head, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Who is this guy to just sign away a hundred thousand dollars for appreciation? She fumbled with his business card and typed his name on the search engine, “Whoa, that was Alessandro Morano?" She palmed her mouth. “The head of the Morano mafia family? Shit! He's got serious money. Sounds like my perfect man.