Second Life Millionaire Novels & Stories

Helga said while still polishing the fixed glass nails on her feet. "Mum! You have started again, well, if you must know, Marcus, isn't a poor person again, he is now a millionaire, he won some millions through his normal sports bet, so stop referring to my boyfriend as a wretched fellow anymore," Miranda said with annoyance as she walked out Helga's room, Helga escorted her out with her eyes as she let out a thunderous hiss before accompanying it with a burst of hectic laughter. ****

I clicked open the bookmarked page: Supernatural Registry-Report a Non-Human, Save Humanity. Corny as hell. But the reward posted at the top was not corny at all, a whooping $250,000 for confirmed capture of a verified non-human entity. Two hundred and fifty freaking grand. That was more than enough to fund my lifestyle without my parents breathing down my neck, without their lectures about my “habits” and “reckless spending.” They don’t get it. They have never gotten it. They think I am just some spoiled kid blowing through their money like water, and maybe I am. But so what? Money is there to be spent, to be enjoyed

That wasn’t fair, she knew, but it didn’t stop the cynical part of her brain from thinking it. Still, despite everything, Sophia couldn’t help but picture him as he was now, doing exactly what he did best—being Robert. That annoyingly charming, impossibly frustrating millionaire playboy who somehow managed to keep her guessing. And as much as she wanted to write him off as just another cocky guy who never took anything seriously, there was always that little part of her that wondered... What if there’s more to him than that? But tonight wasn’t going to be the night she figured that out. Tonight, he’s probably busy making someone else feel like the center of the world, driving this 'special p

The jeans and simple blouse make me feel like I belong to a world far from that luxurious apartment, the panoramic windows, and the impeccable decor that stunned me hours ago. Before leaving, I take one last look at him — at Ravi. His peaceful face, the stubble on his jaw, his tousled blond hair. He looks so serene, so different from the man I saw fighting pain and alcohol. I observe the contrast between us: he belongs to that sophisticated universe, with his structured and powerful life; me — just an exchange student from Brazil, full of dreams, fears, and scars that haven't yet healed. That space, those immense windows, and the silence of that penthouse feel like a world I'll never be able

They were appraised at tens of millions of dollars altogether. Chase was identified as the main instigator and sentenced to 16 years. Jane received 15 years, and Mom and Dad got ten years each. Their original sentence was 15 years, but I agreed to a settlement on the condition that we cut all ties, which shaved five years off their sentence. I no longer had to see them again from then on. Many years later, I held another large-scale solo art exhibition. I had tens of millions of followers on my social media account by then, and I considered all of them to be my family.

That was far more than the diamond was worth. The auctioneer's voice trembled. "Fifty million! Do I have any other bids?" Damien's face was livid. As an adopted son, he didn't have the authority to compete with the true King. "Fifty million, going once!" "Fifty million, going twice!" "Sold! To the Lycan King!" Thunderous applause erupted as all eyes turned to us. Caspian stood and personally fastened the priceless necklace around my neck. The blue diamond rested against my collarbone, shimmering like a dream.

He sat there, smug, laughing with relatives around the table. "Hayley really knows how to play this. She landed me a nice little business deal. Block off the river right by our town a bit, and money just rolls in. Call it rafting, and I get to charge 60 bucks a head. All I've gotta do is hand out a few cheap float tubes. She even had me pay to hire a driver. Please! I just throw on a mask, and the money comes right back to me." The way he bragged made the parents watching the video grind their teeth in anger.

Hearing he's married somehow broke my heart. "Am sorry, I need to go." Without waiting for him to stop me I left through the gigantic entrance door of the luxury mansion. I couldn't even tour the place. On my way out, two ladies walked in and I heard them mention the payment attached to the job, "It's a dream come true for me if I get chosen. Not only will I have a million dollars, but they will still give monthly allowance of thousands of dollars." the lady whispered loudly. My legs stopped on their own and I went back, I pushed my pride to the back of my head and went to look for the stranger.

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.

I still remembered how the police addressed him. Eautiquiano Fauste. So he was the third of his name, president of the mall, hotel, and restaurant chains of the empire. His current net worth is two million dollars. He was an heir to the popular and controversial business empire, Fauste Empire that had been buzzing the news every now and then. He was the president of the mall, restaurant, and hotel chains under the empire. 'Two million dollars at twenty-eight?' A part of my brain tingled at the mention of his wealth.