Secrets Of The Millionaire Mind Novels & Stories

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t

“Noted.” Maverick’s eyes locked with mine. It was cold, intense and calculating. “I never do.” I narrowed my eyes at him before looking away. Then, Charlie clapped his hands once, like he’d just realized something great. “Well then, we better get to work. You’ve got a crash course coming up –How to Be a Billionaire’s Girlfriend 101.” I laughed, and it was more from disbelief than actual amusement. “Is that an actual thing?” Charlie winked again. “It should be, and I’ll be your personal instructor.”

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.

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?"

Now she has everything she wants. '' I want to tell that, as to how, I, who was a nothing a total useless poor person, can also become a millionaire in no time. So the secret to a successful person is hard work. I want all of you to realize that.'' Lucy was able to find profound meaning in all of her words. She's now the idea that Lucy's chasing after. She wants to become like her. '' Even a millionaire like me, used to come to this not so high-class place. But this didn't stop me from achieving my dream. I am now the CEO of my own company earning millions.''

"Lies, so many lies you keep telling yourself Mr Billionaire, but even though you keep lying to the whole world, you can't lie to me..." Even though my awful mind kept on repeatedly whispering to me what my heart kept on bleeding out, it was no lie that slowly not only did it somehow manage to bring me back to my senses, it also made me actually believe that indeed the heart always has a mind of it own whether you fucking like it or not. "You are "THE" city's famous billionaire, you can't give up and let her go, no way..." Whispers ringing in my head, even though it sounded so cliche to me, still like a magician, I found my legs moving on it own out of the dump I sat on.

"Give me one real, solid, unrehearsed reason why I should let you work for me.” “Because,” she said, choosing each word carefully, "You're a shark, Reagan, and sharks only see what's in front of them, the kill. You’re so focused on the patents that you’re going to miss the human element. Everyone in this building is terrified of you. They see the CEO, the legend, the untouchable billionaire. They’ll tell you what you want to hear because they want to keep their six-figure salaries. You need someone who can sit in those 'boring' administrative meetings and hear what they aren't saying."

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.

"What? What secret?" "What secret have you got?" "None." "Really? Including the one point eight billion dollars hidden in your very cozy apartment?" With every reveal, Richard is taken aback but this one is worth more than any other. He immediately bends down as far as he can go. "Please don't kill me or tell anyone. I'll stay quiet all my life. Infact, how much do you want?" The voice chuckles gruffly. "How much do I want? How about if I say I want two billion?"