Secrets Of The Millionaire Mind Novels & Stories

I was lying in bed when I got a text. “I have all the information you need”. “Meet up with me and along with twenty million dollars”.

What's the guarantee that I would be allowed to move freely when I eventually get married into a billionaire home? There was every possibility that all my activities would be monitored and I won't be able to come to this hideout to paint. So the best thing was to come clean with them. Most especially, Sterling. He might be of good help. “I will advise you to tell your fiancé. It might be the one good boost you need to showcase your work to the world. Remember, he is a billionaire. He also has a sister who has millions of followers… I mean thirty-five million loyal followers. So, what do you say?”

this millionaire I saved up money to buy my car. He had other women and I hate to share…and left him. You later introduced Richie to me and wow, the introduction came at the right time and he became mine without much stress. It was still on pay back for collecting Frankie from me. And yes, Richie broke up with you because of me, and we dated and almost ended up married but I got tired of him and dump his ass. I went after Ohio after you refused to give me his contact and I got it myself…..he was too strict and unbending. Despite his fine looks, the machine in between his legs may need serious intervention…I mean he is probably impotent, that is the only logic explanation to why he didn’t fa

she claimed. Yelena pulled the cutlery towards the wall and stopped over the table just a little closer to Mrs. Walter, her voice echoed in her ears like a faint whisper, but she heard every word. “This is fifty million in cash, enough to cover his previous loss, he needs it, but he can't take it from me, so you convince him,” She said. Mrs. Walter leaned back as Andre rested the bag on the small table. She watched him reseal the bag, taking a glimpse at the notes as he closed the zip again.

“Fuck it. I’ve seen enough. I’ll have to call Mark downtown and see if he’ll let me poach one of his sous-chefs.” “James,” he says. “You want to see this girl.” As I said before; Al is the one person I truly trust, so if he says I should see her, then I should see her. “Okay,” I tell him. “Send her in.” A lot of guys with my kind of money would have invited all of those girls back to his bedroom for the night and run through them like a hungry bear gorging himself on honey. But truth be told, I’m over that playboy lifestyle. I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-las

"You are buying a bookstore?" "Small one. In Montpelier. It needs work. But it has potential." "This is wonderful news." "I know. I am terrified." "You will be great." "What if I fail?" "Then you try again." She was quiet for a moment. "When did you get so wise?" "When I stopped being afraid." "That is what Catherine said." "Great minds." Rebecca laughed. We hung up. I told Liam. He smiled. "Another move," he said. "Vermont is becoming popular."

“You make it sound like I'm bipolar and a slave to a dominant personality.” “Then enlighten me.” He threw a quick glance at me again. “Think of The Billionaire as a mask that I wear in public or a role I step into to come across as less…frightening. The Beast is who I was trained and groomed to be right from when I was a kid. It's who I really am. So consider me a man in disguise.” “Or a man in hiding.” I finished for him. “Like a wolf in sheep's clothing.”

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

He ordered a bottle of whiskey, and as he began to drink, he remembered Eva. People looked at him sadly; the news had spread quickly throughout Florida. The most quoted millionaire in the country had been left at the altar by the woman who had been his secretary a few years ago and with whom he had had three children, the reason being that I couldn't stand being with a man who was marked by life. "The doctor told you they were going to operate on me, I don't understand why you left me," he snorted every time he drank from his bottle. ... It was the early hours of the morning, the guests had begun to leave, and Demetrio was still drinking, trying to forget the pain, when he felt hands on his

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”