Money Untold Essence Book Novels & Stories

“ Notice how wealthy she looks? Is it fair that she’s enjoying riches in New York City while you suffer here in this backwater town? If you do as I say, I will make all your financial problems go away in the blink of an eye…” *** My dear, beautiful readers, Shocked? This book will probably end next month but before it does, a lot of secrets will be revealed. So buckle up and prepare for a wild, bumpy ride!!

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

The entire courtroom fell into silence. Albert was the first to break it, his voice anxious. "If everything Mr. Grey said is true, then where did my mom's money go? I need it back. I have to get married!" I turned to look at Mom and Andrew as I replied, "You'll have to ask them." Everyone looked confused. No one could believe that the seemingly plain and unassuming mother and son could have taken over a quarter of a million dollars without a shred of conscience.

] [Male lead Ezra Everton's love meter has exceeded max capacity! [Hidden fortune unlocked!] [Massive asset transfer in progress... 3, 2, 1!] Then a bank notification popped up: [Deposit Alert: $10,000,000.00 has been credited to your account ending in 8888 on May 5. Memo: Future Mrs. Everton Fund.] Six zeros. Seven zeros. Ten million?! I froze. My hand went numb. And my phone slipped from my fingers. Ezra caught the phone smoothly, glanced at the screen, and raised a brow.

"If I don't give him something, he'll come after Emma. You heard what Vincent said." "So you're going to trust Tatiana and Valerie?" "No. I'm going to use them." I pulled out my phone. "Just like Brock used everyone." I called Valerie first. She answered on the third ring. Her voice was tight with stress. "What do you want, Bethany?" "I found something. In Brock's study. You need to see this." "I'm busy." "It's about money. A lot of money." Silence. Then, "How much?" "Eight million dollars. But there's a catch. Come over and I'll explain."

Elena stood on the balcony of her new penthouse, watching San Francisco wake beneath marine layer fog. Two years since that desperate bus ride from Montana, and the scared omega who'd fled with nothing had transformed into something unrecognizable. The morning news droned behind her, covering the mysterious hack that had donated fifty million to supernatural refugee camps worldwide. "The ghost strikes again," reporters speculated about PhantomByte's latest redistribution of wealth. They had no idea she was listening from a apartment that cost more than most people earned in lifetimes.

I retrieve it from my pocket without much thought, but my mind whirls to a stop when I read the subject matter of the text; “INCOMING TRANSACTION <<$50,000,000>> from the Machiavelli Treasury.” “What is this?” I whisper, my fingers trembling with shock. “Lady Eleanor…” “That is just thirty percent of your inheritance, my love. Do you believe me now…?”

what can he possibly want from me, at this moment I have nothing" my bank account is dry as the desert, but still I had to find out what he wanted from me” Eight hundred million, that's the amount I'm willing to invest in your company, and you don't have to return anything, consider it a gift from a well wisher he said looking at me, A gift I said with a mocking chuckle Yes a gift Scott, I my sources tell me you're drowning in debt, correct me if I'm wrong he said looking at me and I looked at uncle who suddenly started admiring his ceiling, it didn't take me long to pick it up, by sources he meant my uncle, I was pissed that he was going around telling people my problems but like a gentlema

She and Cara had been preoccupied with many other things to check their social media pages. Hana’s fingers curled and uncurled as she waited for the page to load. When it did, a small scream died in her throat. She closed and opened her eyes in case she was hallucinating. But the numbers stayed the same. 1,000 preorders. How come? Cara couldn’t have bought that amount of books. Baba would have noticed. Hana reloaded the page, but the figure didn’t change. She had money. Money Baba couldn’t access. To be fair, the money wasn’t hers yet but once the book went live, it would be hers.

Albert said. I wasn't even concerned about the money he owed but the fact that he said someone is after his life baffles me. How can someone be after the life of an assassin and a cultist? That's weird and impossible. No sane person would even believe this if he's told. I requested his account details and wired 30 million naira into his account.