Secrets Of The Millionaire Mind Novels & Stories

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

“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.

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

She wasn’t going to leave this room until I had answers. I studied her closely. For two years, I’d given her a black card—a limitless resource she never used. Not once had there been a charge, a withdrawal, nothing. She was a stay-at-home wife, with no visible income of her own. And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash?

Fortunately, I arrive unharmed, step in, put the car in reverse and skim away from the spot. I drive right to my penthouse. Arriving at the apartment complex, I park my car in the underground and take the elevator to my quarters. When I'm in, I rush to the bedroom to undress. There I take an extended hot bath, put on a robe and walk out to the living room. I catch a cold liqueur and decide to enjoy it on the patio. As I stare into the distance, I consider that now is the right time to contact Ruth. If her scholarship didn't work out, I could help. In the two years I have lived here, I have worked my way up. Right now, I have written two books about mastering the financial administration of m

After her first encounter she did not believe that she would ever meet the only man who had instilled such a forbidden emotion in her a year ago. The man was so cold yet caused others to heat at his mere gaze. Sebastian Agreste, she had heard stories about the business mogul, a genius, who could make the impossible possible in the business world. He was rumored to have read peoples minds and with social skills that far out weighed any others, he was the most successful being on the planet. He had many other attributes that could be added to the list which helped him succeed. At the age of 33 he had acquired more wealth than the top 20 richest people combined had achieved. He was the richest

Kelly had started to respond to her own name. She still had no memory of anything. She had noticed that about a week ago, people had started treating her a little bit differently, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Everybody had acted the same until she fell asleep, and then the next day, when she woke up, everybody was a lot nicer to her period, even though people were pretty nice to her in the first place. She knew she didn't belong there. The idea that she was being taken care of by some secret billionaire who had his own compound that was literally built into a mountain was almost hilarious to her period. She didn't know if she had a good sense of humor or a dark sense of humor, b

Dhruv shrugged and began, “I’ve been god’s favorite child. I worked too little and achieved too much. Now I get to enjoy in all ways I want to. Putting my money in places without thinking back and forth.” Shanaya smirked, slowly regaining her senses. “You’re only being modest. I can’t imagine you counting on your blessing to do the work for you, Dhruv. Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to share your business secrets with me.” “So you’d like to stay a millionaire for some more years,” he concluded, narrowing his eyes. “Yes. I’m afraid if I become any more successful my feet will no longer stay on the ground.” The elevator doors opened and their shoulders touched as both of them tried to move ou