Secrets Of The Millionaire Mind Novels & Stories

Another wave of pain hits me, and I stumble. He slows his pace and steadies me. "Changing your mind?" Your question is not mocking; he is sincere. And in that moment, I have some sixth sense that tells me he's just the man to make me forget about all the things that plague me. I meet your eyes. -No. No Changes. -Good. A single word sends shivers of shivering excitement through me. This man calls to me on a very basic level. It makes no sense. I mean, since when do billionaires call me?

Rhett could write a book on them. Like most guys with their heavy wallets, they never knew if they caught women based on their wits, style, and looks or simply because of their ability to pay the bills. For rich men who owned it all, it was the little things that made them hungry. One of the biggest things a millionaire asked in his head as a sexy beauty wrapped her mouth around his erection was if she did it because she craved him, or was she doing it for the money. Rhett never had to ask that question. The answer never changed. All women did it for the money. But the millionaire couldn’t swallow that honesty down, so he pretended it was about him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed himself.

“I guess it’s because you’re my lucky charm, Cheryl.” “Mr Kingsley, are you up for another round?” Richard asked tauntingly. “Oh, maybe you don’t want to lose another 100 million dollars?” Kylan placed his glass down. “Sure, why not? Let's play.” Richard couldn’t hold back his excitement. He now had twenty million dollars from his two wins. ‘So it’s true what they say that one could become a millionaire overnight through gambling,’ he said in his mind. If he won the third round, he could even start his own company and forget about licking Kylan’s feet.

A million dollars, to be precise. You might wonder, why a million dollars? Well, my dear, it's a figure that has a certain ring to it, don't you think? Not too excessive, not too meager—just the right amount to keep my lips sealed. Think of it as hush money, a modest investment in your happiness. I understand that you might need some time to consider this proposition. Take your time, but not too much. After all, time is of the essence, and who knows when a certain someone might stumble upon our little secret.

They were the main reason I decided to take life. I think it is time for me to execute my plan, I smile as I bring out the documents. “What's that?" My mum asked. “Ehm..... I just wanna use this to say thank you for the dinner. There is this plattform that I discovered, you can really make a lot of money from it. Promise me that you won't let any other person know about it once I reveal it to you guys, this platform is the secret of my wealth." I stated “Wow! Is such an honor from you. Tell us about it, we promise not to let anyone know about it," Mandie said

As long as it was not excessively squandered, this was enough money to enjoy a few lifetimes of luxury, so what was the point of starting a business? Was it not great to be a recluse millionaire and do nothing? After Alex had confirmed the amount of money, this thought subconsciously popped up in his head. Money had such great charm. It had not only determined the degree of a man's toughness but it also directly affected a man's heart. This fleeting thought made Alex realize that there was truth in the saying that a man with money would make him do bad deeds. Fortunately, his mind was quite firm, and did not lose himself in a large sum of money…

He had an unnatural gift when it came to the stock market, according to what she found out from Evelyn. He laughed. “I’m accepted as one, but only because they don’t know how to read me. They see money and that’s what they want. I’m just a tool that adds to their wealth. I play the market because I’m good at it. It’s a hobby.” “How good?” He gave her a sidelong glance. “Good enough to guess if you put fifty thousand on Sidewize Inc. today, you could have a million dollars by the end of the week.”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

It suddenly made sense as to why Redmont couldn’t let things go. Millions of dollars are nothing to sneeze at even in today’s day and age, with billionaires running Wallstreet. The difference was that Redmont wouldn’t want to have it known that some nobody conned him out of seven million. He wanted to teach her and anyone who ever tried to fuck with him again a lesson.

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.