Novel & Cerita Power Of Money

Grandpa will not care about me dating girls to satisfy my normal physiological needs, he only cares about which girl I will marry as my official wife. If she isn't Edana, she must be the daughter of a famous tycoon, not an ordinary working girl or the daughter of a small or medium-sized company owner. “Okay, you can go first, just let me pay. Regarding the amount of money you invested in Paul's company…” “Yes, please rest assured, President, I will consider it as help for your girlfriend's father. I hope that in the future you will take better care of our group.” I nodded with satisfaction. This is called the power of money and power.

“It’s not just about the money.” “Then what’s it about?” “Power.” I had the ability to do anything I wanted, to execute anyone without a single objection. I controlled this city, and that gave me purpose. Maybe I didn’t have anything meaningful in my life, but I had that. Cassini didn’t seem impressed. “My happiest memories are the nights when my family would be gathered around the table, and we’d be drinking wine and eating bread. Mother would cook one of her delicious meals, and Father would drink way too much and tell stories he’d told a million times. It didn’t matter how much money we had. Power was never relevant. Just being together made us the richest people in the world.”

I loved losing myself in it until the whole damn world faded out and all that was left was the heat and the feeling and the fucking glorious release when I came. But sex was just one leg of the stool. The whole shit-show of my life stood on three things. Three obsessions. Sex. Power. Money. My unholy trinity. Money wasn’t just a tool to me; it was obedience. With the right amount, men who swore they’d die before kneeling suddenly forgot they had spines. They’d hand over secrets, switch sides, sell out their own blood if the price was high enough. People liked to pretend loyalty meant something. It didn’t. Money proved it every single day and I had more than enough to watch everyone’s morals

VIKTOR Money was a language. The only language I understand. Most people think that having power is most important but they're wrong. Money is the most important to have because with money comes power. And unlike people, money barely lied. Every dollar had a trail. You're looking for someone? Track their credit or debit cards. Go to gas stations where they probably used cash. It is so easy to find someone with their paper trail, except that someone was me. I sat behind my desk, scrolling through reports as the morning sunlight spilled into my office.

I growled, remembering the helplessness that still haunted me. "I am not your Luna." She pulled the sheets up to her neck and turned to one side, signaling me to lie down beside her. "Not yet." I lay down and slid my arm beneath her neck, drawing her against my chest. "But when you are, you will regret not having accepted my offer sooner." I smiled with quiet satisfaction. "You are that certain I will change my mind?" She lifted her head to look at me. "I am. The power that money gives you is an illusion. You are not truly strong with it." She lay back down. "You simply buy whatever you need to feel secure and to satisfy your desires." I began to run my fingers through her blond hair.

Ziyana My father taught me that wealth is the highest power I could acquire for myself. It's the biggest flex of all time. Being able to get what you want no matter where it is or how it is gotten. It not only shows how connected you are but specifically, it shows that you are powerful. Only that he was wrong.

"Money and power." Her tone shifted. It wasn't teasing anymore. It was serious. Wary. "Shea? What is it you want to say?" I ask finally. "Nothing, It's just that," she replied, her voice a little lower now. "You know what they say—money comes with power. And the more money, the more power. And power isn't kind, Zerina." I frowned, the laughter slowly fading from my face.

I grab my leather jacket from the free standing wooden coat rack and walk past her into the hall. “Who are you going to see?” She asks as I begin to walk away. “The Backstabbing Rats.” I turn around and throw devil horn hand symbols into the air. Wyatt rolls her eyes at me. “You’re not a fan of metal are you?” She shrugs, “I don’t not like metal.” Whatever the fuck that means. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, “This is for dinner.” I hand it to her.

"What?" "You take away her power. The royals have power because they have money. That's it." The idea had been sitting in the back of my mind since the phone call with Donatello. Money was power. Strip it away and the rest crumbles with it. "Take away the money, and the influence disappears with it." "And how exactly do we do that?" Lyanna asked. "Valerian is working on it."

He looked majestic, untouchable, like a god surveying his creation. “Do you know what power really is, Riah?” he asked, still looking at the horizon. “Most think it is money, armies, titles. They are wrong. Those are just tools. Power is knowing exactly who you are, exactly what you want, and having the absolute will to take it, keep it, defend it—no matter the cost.” He turned to face me then, his expression severe, eyes glowing in the dim light.