Secrets Of The Millionaire Mind Book Novels & Stories

“You have all night to ask me anything about me. I’ll answer what I can.” I swallow. “Because you have secrets?” “Every billionaire”, he lifts a shoulder, “as you say, has secrets, no?” He keeps working through his food like it doesn’t matter. “They’re business secrets, not women. I don’t play around.” I choke a little on my wine. “I don’t believe that,” I say. “No way.” That earns a soft chuckle that tickles something in my chest.

Max asked me. “They will most probably ask for fifty, but we can settle the deal at forty,” I replied. “No wonder you became a millionaire in the span of three years. You’re smart,” Max complimented me, making me smile. “I have lived with billionaires my whole life. It would have been stupid of me not to notice their mindsets and learn from them,” I said with a small shrug. In my opinion, it took me a while to build my empire. I wish I had done it faster. Nevertheless, I was grateful for everything I had.

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

“Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?” I knew I was stepping on shaky ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J. Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

“I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. If you wouldn't mind, it's quite early, and I'm occu-" “Resilience. Doggedness. Whatever you wish to call it. It's the ability of someone to keep chasing what he wishes for until he gets it that makes him a billionaire." “Okay, Mr. Hill. Thanks for the talk on what makes a billionaire and what doesn't. Talk I didn't ask for, don't need, and don't appreciate, by the way. But I have to ask, if you'd be so kind. Why are you telling me this past seven in the morning when I could very well be asleep or busy working?"

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

You two are going to really regret this in the morning. My Master is wandering around the room, wearing a charmed expression. "Well," he says, "I know what I bought myself when I became a millionaire." He glances at me, grinning. "Now I know what I´ll buy when I´m a billionaire." He stands over me, looking down. "You two have enjoyed yourselves. Dare I ask if we have any secrets left? Any of us?" I hiccup. "Nope. Not many. We´ve had a really good chat haven´t we, Besh?"

Thea cunningly manipulated Victoria, step by step, to elicit the answer she wanted. Victoria was anxious and uneasy as she said, "One secret, one billion. This business won't make you lose. I'm really desperate, I need a lot of money for treatment, so I'm forcing you to make a deal. If you don't want to, then forget it... Please don't hurt me. I was wrong." One secret, one billion? Thea was shocked, what kind of secret, so expensive? "How many secrets did you hold onto him?" Thea asked.

asked Madame Claire, “Are you brain dead? You must have gone insane. Why don’t you just tell us that you own Thousand Miles Conglomerate? Get out of our home now before you spread your craziness around here!” Alex glared at Madame Claire. He wanted to tell her that he truly was the owner of Thousand Miles Conglomerate so badly. However, even if he said it, no one would believe him, just as Dorothy thought he was crazy when he told her he had ten billion dollars. It was indeed difficult for anyone, even himself, to believe it was true.