Second Life Millionaire Novels & Stories

The livestream chat was buzzing with comments. I grabbed the gasoline can from the garage and splashed it all over the door, couch, and curtains without any hesitation. "Holy shit, is she crazy? Is she really live-streaming herself burning her mansion down?" "Isn't this mansion worth like 15 million dollars? How could she just burn it down like that?" "I don't think she'd actually burn it all down. She's probably just doing this for clout." "I think I recognize her. Isn't she the richest heiress in the city who just got engaged recently?"

Chapter 1 I’m twenty-four, a graphic designer with a fancy degree and a portfolio that gathers dust faster than it attracts clients. The eviction notice taped to my front door is the only color in my life right now. I toggle the browser window, hiding my lack of productivity. I’ve been doom-scrolling the darker corners of the net for hours, looking for freelance gigs that don’t require a soul, or at least pay enough to rent one. A link catches my eye, buried in a forum thread about "high-risk, high-reward employment." No flashy graphics, just plain text on a grey background: Live-In Companion. Total Surrender. One Year Contract. $2 Million payout.

About that. The entrepreneurs of a large multinational and a company that benefited the city. Sasha Delphos, was a millionaire man, a playboy who had been in charge of his company for a few years, a large conglomerate, which he inherited from his ancestors. - Stocks continue to rise, subsidies and government funds are being directed to low-income groups with social assistance. – The blonde woman said in front of everyone she was using a chart with the projector on a blackboard between a computer and a table.

“What?” “You will sleep with my husband, get pregnant for him, and vanish immediately from your everyday life. Don't fret, I'll take care of everything to last the entire pregnancy. In exchange, I will offer you the sum of twenty million dollars.” She looked smug, “One year of your life in service to me, Maeve, and become rich overnight.” I stumbled back, eyes wide. A second later, a small, nervous laugh escaped me. Was this a test? These mob wives were mentally deranged, testing their poor workers to see if the girls would ever sleep with their husbands.

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”

“Oh please, I don’t care—” “One million,” he interrupted. The little boy was still shrieking in the background. “Huh?” “Two million? Three? I’ll pay you three million if you work for me.” Three million?! That was a lot. Then again, he was the top multibillionaire CEO in the country. The offer was tempting. With that money, I could rebuild my life and fight for what is mine… in the meantime I could get a new apartment. Start cooking again. Maybe even…

Nothing that didn’t sound like a stretch. “Exactly.” Clara nudged her with an elbow. “You’re not even trying. Honestly, if you’d stayed in that fancy penthouse a little longer, who knows? You could’ve been sipping champagne on a yacht right now instead of scrubbing pigeon crap off patio chairs.” Millie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Because millionaires are always falling for the help. I have a life, Clara. I wasn’t going to play Rapunzel in some billionaire’s tower.”

“Or have you just been wandering the world, making sarcastic comments for a living?” Ethan chuckled. “Tempting, but no. I’m into tech, mostly overseas investments and startups. The kind that keeps me buried in data and codes.” She glanced at him sideways. “Sounds exhausting.” “It is,” he admitted. "That’s why I came back. Killian needed a little guidance.” He smirked. “So I decided to grace him with my brilliance.” Mia laughed. “You’re insufferable.” "I've been informed," Ethan said with a smile.

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

The arrogance in his voice made me want to punch a few teeth out of his jaw, but I minded the police standing outside the cell. “Why would I fucking gloat?” I asked, glancing at the handcuffs. “Do you perhaps think I’m like you?” “You may not be Joshua Wilson screwed, but you are. In your own way. You’ll fucking destroy her.” “What makes you so sure of that?” He laughed, the sound hitting the wrong nerves. “You’re the billionaire with a reputation, one I wanted to save Joy from. There are women all around the world splaying their legs for you and you’re suddenly into an emotionally damaged chick who could easily be moulded?”