Second Life Millionaire Novels & Stories

I murmured, even though the weight of hopelessness settled heavy in my chest. "But listen," Annabelle said quickly. "There’s this company—Gold Enterprises. They’re hiring, and maybe if you get in, you could find a way to get what you need." "Gold Enterprises?" "Yeah, they’re crazy rich, babe. It’s worth a shot." She sent me the address, and I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t have the luxury of waiting or second-guessing myself. I had no other options. --- The massive structure of Gold Enterprises loomed over me, its glass windows reflecting the city lights, its golden accents shining like an emblem of untouchable wealth. Just standing in front of it made me feel small. Insignificant.

“Wow, I didn’t know that Charlie the loser has so much money with him! Let’s see how many times I can go for facials with this amount.” Elaine murmured and started counting. As she went on, her mouth slowly agape, her eyes widened little by little. Then, her jaw dropped! “Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million!!!” “Hundred million!!!” “Billion!!!” “Ten billion!!!” Elaine clutched her chest, attempting to calm her thumping heart down and to prevent herself from fainting! She yelled frantically, “F*ck, d*mn it! The loser has 21.9 billion in his account?!?!”

So I’m going to go to his hotel room, drop my clothes and let him bring his fantasies about a twenty-four-year-old, mixed-raced, millionaire with blonde hair to reality. Millionaire, yes, so I am and yet I still need this deal to keep me going. The idiot I’m about to meet is a multi-billionaire and he’s able to add a few more zeros to the net worth of my company and me as well. Ever heard of the saying too much money ain't enough money? Well, that’s my case. A few years ago, I would have given anything to own just a quarter of what I own today and here I am today, wanting more.

"I'm trying my best to work for her, but you see, my fiancee is a very lazy person. All she does is to eat, sleep, watch the TV, eat again, sleep again." "Oh, wow." The old woman turned to me, her lips pursed at me. What the heck? "My dear, life isn't that easy. You should help your fiance by working as well." Was she telling me that? I was a hard worker for damn' sake! Okay. This was it. I would retaliate. "It's not my fault." I glanced at Seth, winked at him, then turned back to the oldie. "You won't believe it. My dad gave me a million, but my dumb fiance spent everything on betting."

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt secure—more secure than I had ever felt in the chaos of my life. We had just escaped the courtroom, the weight of the legal battle still hanging in the air. The media had painted me as nothing but a gold-digger, a woman who had snatched away everything Damian had worked for. They didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know that the man standing before me wasn’t just a billionaire. He was everything I had learned to love, to trust, and to fight for. Damian, stripped of his wealth and power, wasn’t the ruthless billionaire he once was. Without the empire that had defined him, he was a man vulnerable and real, looking for something he could no lo

"But we just clicked. We have a lot in common, and he's very down-to-earth." "Down-to-earth?" Emily echoed, raising an eyebrow. "A handsome millionaire? That's a first." I laughed softly. "He's more than just a pretty face and a big bank account. He cares about people and wants to make a difference." "Sounds like a fairytale," Emily said. "But good for you, Sasha. I guess some people are just born lucky." "Or maybe it's about being in the right place at the right time," I countered, not letting her get to me. "And knowing what you want."

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

"Glenn Miller, have you gone completely insane? How could you spend so much money in a game? This is one million dollars we're talking about!" Myra Cowan's scream was deafening. Heaving violently, she stared fixedly at the still-scrolling announcement on the screen, as if the money that had gone up in flames was her very life. "Hurry and contact their customer service! Tell them you made a mistake when topping up and ask for a refund! Do it now!"

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

After a few more minutes, Nora stood up from the stranger’s table and walked back to Lily. “So, how did it go?” Lily asked with a smile as she took a seat. “Not really good. He is a millionaire, not a billionaire.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Lily chuckled and Nora raised her brows. “What?” “You made it sound like being a millionaire is a bad thing.” “Is it not?” Nora asked and Lily shook her head with a smile. She would be forever happy if she was a millionaire and Nora sees it as a random thing. Life is fair to some people and not fair to others.