My Sudden Rich System Novels & Stories

"We worked so hard for the company just to earn a living. What right does he get to take the company's money?" Anger spread quickly throughout the entire office. Everyone was an employee doing more or less the same work. Of course, none of them were happy to see a colleague cheat the system and get rich overnight. Ian watched it all unfold, his eyes gleaming with triumphant satisfaction. I looked at Ian, but said to Richard, "Mr. Madison, don't you think this is all a little too convenient? I arrived at the office ten minutes ago, and eight million dollars just suddenly appeared in my account. I'm guessing that it was Ian who gave you all this evidence?"

Any suspicion she had instantly evaporated the moment she saw the massive piles of money, though. Goat still had a little trouble accepting the fact that she had to kill someone, but Raccoon Dog made a quick leap to middle management as soon as he did. All he had to do was deposit a million dollars into the system backend, and he would be able to get ten thousand dollars every day. Ten freaking thousand dollars every day. She wanted that kind of money too. By the time the gathering was dismissed, Goat was steeped in hesitation. The man walked over and stopped next to her. "Goat, are you feeling sympathy for that young lady?"

She says screaming at me. Looking at her like she's grown two heads she scoffs in disbelief. "You seriously do not know who that is ?" Shaking my head no she huffs. "See this is why you need to get out more, you live under a rock. Your baby daddy over there is thee Elijah Russo, ruthless billionaire running more than 10 multi million enterprises, was voted the hottest guy five years in the row while businessman of the year ever since he took over his father's company and expanded and brought in ten times more profit than all the Russo's before him.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

His phone buzzed softly in his pocket, a reminder from the Trillionaire System: [Daily Investment Yield: $12,417,890 credited to account.] [Special Mission Available: Humiliate Your Bully – Reward: Advanced Negotiation Skill + $5,000,000] The system’s voice, cold yet oddly encouraging, lingered in his head. “Opportunities don’t wait, host. Neither should you.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

"Need new equipment. Same specs as last time. Deliver to my new address." Three seconds later, the response came. "Done. Three days." I sent another message to my contact in Singapore. "Secure video platform. Need it up by tomorrow. Priority." "Already on it." That was the thing about being rich. Not comfortable rich or sort of rich or my father left me a little something rich. But rich rich. The kind of rich where you do not look at price tags because the numbers stopped meaning anything a long time ago. My books had sold forty million copies. The Miracle Doctor consultations started at fifty thousand dollars and went up from there. I had offshore accounts and investment portfolios and a fi

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

“There is no way on earth this girl right here just paid one point five billion dollars. No fucking way!” He spun toward Mr. Brooks, eyes wild. “Check that machine again—properly this time! It must have malfunctioned. Just check it!” Mr. Brooks obeyed instantly, his fingers flying over the device, but his response only made the tension thicker. “I’ve already checked it multiple times, sir. The transaction is real. Our system has never malfunctioned before. It’s all—” Before he could finish, Richard snatched the machine from his hands and stared at the screen. The color drained from his face. He went completely mute.

He smirked again, I swallowed hard, and my mouth and lips suddenly became dried. “And I'm grateful for that,” I said, but I am concerned about when the money gets into my account. I took the pen lying still on the table to sign and I did. It was too fast. I didn't want to think about it. After tomorrow morning, I will be 500,000 dollars rich! Damn! I can already taste it. “Come” Oh my God! It has begun! Aiden’s POV

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.