Second Life Millionaire Novels & Stories

I squint my eyes, “How big is a lot?” “Trripleee.” She sings and I jerk upright so hard my laptop nearly flies off the bed, “What?! Triple? My cut would be almost—” “Close to a million,” she finishes the sentence, twirling at the screen, “The year has just barely started and you are already on the path to becoming a millionaire. So darling, breathe. And for God’s sake, enjoy the vacation. I did not pay fifty thousand dollars on one of the most expensive hotels in the country for you to waste.”

For the average person, having shares in Stephenson Group meant that he would not have to worry about money for the rest of his life and might even be considered rich, but for the once proud and arrogant Daniel, this was more miserable than death itself! He was once a billionaire, but he was scammed and was only left with a million now. Even though he might still be a millionaire, he would rather die. Most people would not be able to accept the huge difference. Some people could learn from the pain and start from the bottom, while others just fell apart and accepted their fate.

Twenty million dollars. He made me a freaking millionaire after paying me twenty grand a week, all because he was jealous. A sick, twisted part of me wished I had made him jealous more often. And for the longest time, the bank hadn't questioned the insane amounts flowing into my account because it was coming directly from his. A king could do as he pleased. "Is that enough? Or do you need more?" he asked, and before I could even form a reply, another twenty million landed in my account. Money that would take me three lifetimes to even look at.

To which I don't even bother with, previously Adriana, now Kamaria handle all my sugar daddy arrangements. Now, onto choosing the proper fuck me heels. Shopping lasted for another hour, then I went straight home to freshen up and change to the perfect dress to go out clubbing with my campus jock. Tomorrow Kamaria had me set with a middle-aged finance guy, he's a millionaire and a billionaire in the making. I just shrugged thinking I won't probably last long enough until he becomes a billionaire, or maybe he's that good and I will see him move up the ladder to join the billionaire circle. Though I wouldn't know what to do with that much money, I don't even know why people would want that kind

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

Standing under the shower, she recalled the day she threw herself into the arms of Duong Alden, the young heir of an empire that spanned luxury casinos, grand hotels, construction companies, and prestigious hospital chains. Emma knew Alden was a top-tier playboy among the wealthy elite. He loved racing, changed lovers like changing clothes, and was infamous for both his extravagance and ruthlessness. His name commanded both admiration and fear. At first, when she set her ambitious sights on him, Emma thought it would be nearly impossible to catch his eye—let alone manipulate him. But then, a golden opportunity presented itself, as if the heavens had gifted it to her, and she seized it withou

I asked him. He smirked, feeling victorious. "Alimony of one million dollars. 1 blinked several times and my jaw dropped. One million dollars?! How many times do I have to be shocked today? Are you just throwing out money?!" Jeff chuckled and shrugged. "One million dollars. You can finally start a new life with a new business," he told me. "You can live in the city of your choice. Or maybe go out of the country and live there." He smiled at me. "All you need to do is to endure being my wife. Wait for six months to be over and then you're an instant millionaire."

5 million dollars, he would have no chance to live a luxurious life in the future. He had lost completely! Mordu’s Young Master Walker felt utterly helpless, but for the sake of his reputation, he let out a cold chuckle. “Giving out 1.5 million dollars just for a livestreamer, are you brain-dead?” Everyone looked at each other when they heard his words. They’ve seen shameless people, but not to this extent! He had given out three hundred thousand dollars earlier, but had the audacity to call others brain-dead.

Rayan’s jealousy was showing on his face but what shocked me was the genuine pride in Sarah’s eyes. The girl did have some problem. She definitely needed a psychiatrist. “I am honored, Mr. Deluca that you think so highly of me but …” I paused and rolled my lips between my teeth, “It’s better if I give the chance to someone else. Just to bring it to your record that…” I straightaway met his gaze, “I am already a millionaire.” There was utter shock on Justin’s face. He was not expecting me to say it out loud like this.

"I'm not a fucking dog, you think I did all this so I could run around in the woods smelling my own ass?" "Actually I have no idea what it is that you were trying to do. Why don't you fill me in since you've got nothing more pressing at the moment? If you didn't want to turn yourself into an animal exactly what is it that you were after?" "I wanted eternal life." His eyes moved around the room like a feral cat ready to pounce. Maybe that's why the guys had used so many chains to bind these two. They were both bat shit crazy. "Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God."