Novel & Cerita Novel About Money

I needed this money. The cartel contact, a slimy bastard named Rico, had promised me fifteen grand for access to a shipping manifest. Just some “private importer’s” data, he’d said. Easy in, easy out. Yeah. Right. My gut had screamed at me to walk away the second I saw how flimsy the firewall was. Too vulnerable for anything legit. But walking away wasn’t an option, not when Rico’s goons would carve my name into a bullet if I bailed. And not when I was too broke to say no.

'Unlike the real Lalaine, I don't have a single intention of having a littke chat with y'all' After all, I have been reading this novel repeatedly on my past life so I already got used to how noble's minds works. 'They will try to suck you when you have a something that they can get. Information and wealth. But if you no longer have those, they will turn their heads from you'

“How famous is your family?” Xavier’s brows rose, though there was no mockery in his expression. “That depends on who you ask.” Joe, who had returned with another pot of tea, looked as though he was trying not to smile. “I mean it,” I said. “I knew you were wealthy, but I did not know it was like this.” “That it was this much?” Xavier asked. I lowered my eyes. “Yes.” He leaned back in his chair. “The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.”

"The sooner the better. No point giving them time to clean things up." Back at my apartment, I let out a long breath. At last, I could start a new life. Next week, I'd be joining Renaissance Capital. However, the moment I pushed open the door, I froze. The living room was full of people. Serena. Patricia. And my parents. Serena immediately burst into tears, launching into her performance. "Dad, look at him! He doesn't even care about family anymore. Not only did he quit his job out of sheer stubbornness, now he's threatening to sue me."

The man, a middle-aged businessman with a nervous demeanor, glanced around as if expecting someone to recognize him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, contacting me after all these years,” he said, his voice low. Emma smiled sweetly. “I have an offer you can’t refuse. Your story, your name in the press—how does that sound?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s in it for me?” Emma leaned closer, her tone silky. “Money. A lot of it. Plus the chance to bring Edward Vanderbilt to his knees. All you have to do is tell your side of the story.”

Anthony had always been indifferent to money, as if it wasn't something amazing. It was because Anthony had been living on all that money since he was still in the womb. In contrast to Shanon, who lived with little money. Having money with six digits of zero was something she had never dreamed of. She never dared to think about it because she was afraid that it was all just her imagination. But who would have thought that a miracle would suddenly come to her when she had given up on her life? Anthony was all her dreams come true. Except, she never dreamed of a toxic man who would be her man forever.

'If I may ask, do you mind if I ask you a silly question? 'Well, how silly is the question?' Nunu asked laughing quietly to herself. 'What are you going to do with all the money you have made in this errand?' 'Oh, that's not a silly question. Well, I have never had up to a million in my account before. My father is not poor however. But we are not millionaires. But I think I have a star that attracts big money.' 'Do you?' 'Yes, I think I do.'

“So, tell us, Nova… how’s life as the campus princess now? Designer bag. New shoes. Drivers picking you up. Expensive tuition. Your life changed overnight. Should we clap?” Her friends giggled. A few students slowed to listen. I tightened my grip on my books. Me: “I worked hard to get into this program. My life is none of your business.” Mandy: laughs loudly “Worked hard? Sweetheart, be serious.” She leaned closer, voice sharp as glass. “Girls like you don’t suddenly become rich for no reason. You think anyone believes you just magically got money?” I clenched my jaw. Mandy: “Tell me, Nova… who’s the man funding you?”

I left on shaky legs, the elevator descent feeling like a freefall. Back in my tiny apartment, I paced, the city noise a distant hum. *Two hundred thousand?. But him—those eyes, that dare. What if it's more than sex? What if he's dangerous?* The wire confirmation pinged on my phone: funds transferred. What a brain buster! New $200,000 in my acct just like that? How people make money easily, while others struggled. * * * * * *

"But it did something worse. It synchronized our biometrics to a 'zero-state.' We are officially invisible to every computer on the planet. To the world, Elena, we are the ash in the Everett tomb." Elena took the mug, the warmth of the metal a grounding reality. "And the money?" "Gone," Alexander said, sitting on a crate of spare engine parts. "The moment you grounded the Core, the Northwood-Everett global ledger went into a hard-lock. Sterling is in a coma, Madeline has the music box fragments, and the 'Regency' is currently tearing itself apart trying to find the keys. We are the richest ghosts in history, with exactly four hundred Euros in a floorboard."