Quit Like A Millionaire Novels & Stories

“This money hasn’t been transferred over yet. You’re here to complete the payment on Michael Barkworth’s behalf. Are you trying to run when you haven’t finished the payment yet? Do you want to back out on your payment?” The person who spoke was Jackie. He had been utterly humiliated in the bet a few days ago. He had come along for the final transaction. Firstly, he was indeed stunned by the ten trillion dollars. Secondly, he wanted to reclaim his dignity! “Your boss asked to meet my companion somewhere else. He hasn’t let her return till now. I have to go get Ms. Lane back at once. Don’t worry about the money. I’ll have someone send the funds to the casino’s card on time. Kingzillion Casino

She is betting with two hundred thousand dollars. What is wrong with these people? I am brought back to the present as Stace squeezes my hand, and I drop my head and smile bashfully. I wonder what my facial expression just revealed to everyone surrounding us. This is so far from the life I had, some days I couldn’t even afford credit on my phone and would have to wait until payday to top it up. She goes again and Stace puts two chips on the table amongst the others. Oh crap, now I have to do it. Stace wraps his arm around me and smiles as he kisses my temple from behind. He knows damn well that I’m disgusted at this money wastage.

Jeffery stared at Zach with hatred as he thought about the perfect life Zach had, the perfect girlfriend, the genius who was already wealthy on his right without adding his inheritance, the amazing looks that made women not care if he treated them like sh*t, the father who gave him leeway to do whatever he liked. Jeffery knew that he was not an average man, he was pretty amazing in his own right but next to Zach, all he had ever been was the perfect sidekick. Another perfect to add to Zach's list of perfects. He was tired of being a sidekick, now he wants his own show even if he had to steal it from Zach.

You helped me sort out an old problem, so you deserve my help. Mr. M texted again after a while. Mr. M: [What's more, I didn't do what I did today only to help you. I have my agenda.] Olivia frowned. Olivia: [Your agenda?] Mr. M: [I came to Ocean City to do business. I'm interested in becoming a shareholder of Quinton Group. Now that the Quinton family has a rumor like that, I can buy the shares at a lower price. Besides, the Quinton family will beg me to buy, don't you think?]

why can't Zique just f*ck off? It seems Kiara won't be escaping today(｡ŏ﹏ŏ) Your thoughts...your gems...

“What? Did you just say you don’t know Quill Legacy? Are you ridiculing us?” “So, being ignorant of an unknown company means ridiculing them? Good, I’m glad I did it,” I shoot back. “You must have a death wish,” he snarls. “Look, you’re pretty, so I’ll forgive you. Right now, I’ll send you $300,000—no man would do that for you.” I smile gently, leaning in slightly. “How about I triple it? Make it a million, and you can vanish from in front of me.”

His face turned pale, and he clenched his fists tightly. "I just want to tell you that sacrificing yourself and your entire family for someone unworthy is too much of a pity." Melanie spoke solemnly. "I believe in your character and your loyalty to the company, but you’ve ruined your good standing because you idolize a celebrity. Isn't that too reckless?" "I'm not idolizing a celebrity!" Quincy suddenly raised his head, stating firmly, "I've known her ever since I was a child. When I was hospitalized for autism, she helped me a lot."

The boss walked over, snatched Mildred's phone, and declared, "Mrs. Quirk, your grandnephew isn’t kidnapped." "Who are you?" Mildred snapped. "Release Jay now, or I'll call the police." "Mrs. Quirk, feel free to call the police. After that, you'll receive a part of Justin's body. Which part do you like? I can cut it off and send it to you. I heard you prefer men. Shall I send you that part of his?" the boss said with a smirk. Mildred trembled with anger and said through gritted teeth, "You dare!"

The strong painkillers he prescribed could only dull the pain enough to make me look normal. I spent this week live-streaming and earning tips to afford a decent funeral. I wanted to leave this world with dignity. It would be my final gift to myself. "Fine. If that's what you want, then we're done." Dominic stormed out. At least Dominic and I weren't fated mates. Our breakup was simple, without the physical agony that came from rejection. A moment later, I received an anonymous message from Chloe. "How are you feeling today? "Haha! How does it feel knowing your precious fiance won't defend you anymore?"

Sleeping in the same room as her was the last thing I ever wanted. But I wasn’t about to disrespect Grandma—not when she had the power to ruin everything I’d built. She had made it clear. If I didn’t play along, she’d donate everything to charity. Everything I had sacrificed for, every late night I had spent working, every deal I had closed, wouldn’t it all be for nothing. I wasn’t going to let that happen. So, I kept my mouth shut through dinner, even when that fraud’s voice irritated the hell out of me. I nodded when necessary, pretended to listen, and the second it was over, I left.