Slumdog Millionaire Book Novels & Stories

The one who squanders his brother's wealth instead of building a fortune with it. As I sank deeper into my glass, I felt that familiar spiral of rage and hopelessness. Zayn didn’t just win at life, he was born to win. It was written in the stars while I was stuck in the dirt, scrambling for scraps. The pregnancy felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.

"Madam, I was wrong. Actually, what I said just now was false. I am living a life that is worse than pigs and dogs. Sometimes, Mike did not even have a meal before Fifi took revenge on him. He didn't care about me at all. Henmy didn't care about me except for forcing me to ask for money. Mike occasionally gave me some money, but that money was snatched away by Henmy. I want to earn money to support myself, but I am a cripple and can't earn money at all. Sometimes, I eat a meal and don't know where to eat next. "I'm not living in too much pain, thinking that you're in more pain than I am. That's why I pretended to be such a beast in front of you. I can't see that everyone is better than me, s

His voice was low and rich and absurdly composed. I blinked. “Did you say something?” He gave me a light shove and brushed invisible dust off his expensive-looking suit. I could tell from the fancy jade brooch pinned on the breast pocket. He looked like those rich guys I see in our restaurant. He shot a glare at me before walking past me with a subtle warning. “Watch where you're going.” My senses finally returned to me and I blinked again. Holy hell. “Mariam, get me my money!” I heard the loanshark yell.

I distinctly remember the veins bulging out of his muscular forearms as he spoke. I get goosebumps just thinking back on that day when he asked for my number. I always knew I would only ever marry someone that I knew for certain was my soulmate, but when I found out that Sean was a billionaire and the President of a large multimedia group, I really thought I’d hit the jackpot. But I definitely never wanted to rely on anyone financially because my independence matters to me, and I really love my job working with animals as a veterinarian. I’m pretty sure I have the perfect life.

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

Walls thin enough that he could hear his neighbors arguing about money through the drywall. This had been his life for the last five years. Ever since Ramon fired him from Lexus Corporation. He'd saved that company. Pulled it back from the edge when it was drowning in debt. And the second it was profitable again, they'd tossed him out. Ramon took the credit. Debra praised him for it. And Maxwell became invisible. Now he delivers food on weekends to make rent. Worked part-time at a warehouse during the week, loading boxes until his back ached. Meanwhile, his mother, the woman who had given birth to him lived a completely different and luxurious life.

“This is what you built.” Confused, she glanced at the papers, then froze. Headlines glared up at her from yesterday’s newspapers. “Montaire Luxe Exposed: Labor Violations Spark Outrage.” “Stock Value Plummets After Scandal.” “Employees Speak Out: ‘We Were Invisible.’” Her stomach dropped. “What… what is this?” she whispered. Arthur didn’t soften. “The scandal broke overnight. Half our investors pulled out. Our stock fell twenty-eight percent by morning. Employees were complaining that they were just exploited in the company and not considered.”

“I know I loved you but this isn’t the life that you promised me, is it?” “What do you want me to do about your dirty self then?” He said, and it felt like a punch to the gut. “I just want you to be better to me, and if you won’t, can you at least give me my money? I have written loads of songs for your company for two years now, but I haven’t been paid anything. I am also running out of money. There is a lot to…” PAK! PAK!! He jumped up and before I could even blink, I had been slapped twice, hard.

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

"I'm sure you already knew that. Beautiful sluts always know what they do to men." "I wanted to look nice for you," I said instead. I could have puked on the words. I nearly did. Mike's smile widened. He climbed onto the bed, and the mattress dipped under his weight. "You know, I never understood what David saw in you. You're pretty, but there are a thousand pretty girls in New York. What made you special?" "I don't know," I whispered. "I do." He reached out and traced a finger down my arm, and I had to concentrate very hard on not flinching. "You're smart, and adaptable. You knew how to play the game, and how to survive. That's rare, Sophia.”