Novel & Cerita Slumdog Millionaire

"Do you really have no idea what's happening here? You clearly know that the Sherwoods are already deeply involved in illegal money laundering! You ought to know that money laundering is a felony! You'd better give me those lottery tickets if you don't want Mom and Dad to go to prison!" I distinctly noticed Mom and Dad, who had just approached from behind, turned pale the moment the phrase "money laundering" rang out. Dad's expression shifted from shock to anger, while Mom looked entirely bewildered and frightened. They honestly seemed to have no idea what was happening. There was someone else who reacted even more strongly than they did, though. Liam, who usually remained completely unbothe

"I heard it while Frank was trying to give me away to pay off some damn debt. Some loan shark called Reggie had showen up, Frank couldn't pay, so he offered me instead. Like I was nothing. Like I'm just a piece of meat worth trading." Darius's face turned to stone. "Reggie," he said. It wasn't a question; it was a curse. Zane looked up, his eyes bloodshot and burning. "You know that name?" "Everyone round here knows Reggie," Darius said, turning his head to spit furiously onto the ground. "Man's a predator. Real bad news." "I don't got a choice!" Zane burst out, his voice cracking with pure desperation. "Frank already made the deal! I gotta run errands for him now, whatever sickening thing h

I could only stare at Maximilian in disbelief. “A Blackridge wife doesn't live in a slum like that.” His words were like pouring gasoline on the fire I'd been holding back. I shook my head slowly. My blood felt like it was boiling. Tears began welling up in my eyes. “A slum?” I repeated faintly, my voice trembling. “The 'slum' you sold without my permission was the first apartment I ever managed to buy with money from my own hard work, Mr. Mafia King!” I glared at him and shoved his chest with all my strength. But Maximilian's body didn't budge an inch, as if I were pushing against a stone wall.

"If it's not enough, tell me and I'll send more." I swallowed hard. "Isn't five million a little too much?" One of the servants nearby could not hold back a laugh. Who in the world complained about getting too much money? Maybe I just was not used to receiving this kind of amount. If it happened a few more times, I would probably get used to it. Besides, Grandma was still lying in the hospital waiting for surgery money. There was no way I could refuse. Tristan shot me a vicious glare before turning to Valerie.

So my best friend has been sleeping with my fiance, how nice smiling I knew today might just be fun as I had a plan hatched in my head already Few years back “You do not want to do this Carter, this is a big mistake. It took us years to come to this, was this the plan all along, why now?” Mr Smith Russo screamed out at his best friend and supposed to be business partner, “ this is madness” he begged but seeing the look in his friends eyes he knew it was over, their alliance is over and now the company’s share has to be divided and each partner going their separate ways. “ This isn’t the end Carter” he said with much conviction, slammed the signed paperwork and slammed it on the huge burgund

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

His hollow, starved stomach aggressively convulsed, but he desperately forced the vomit back down his raw throat, terrified of dirtying the bowl further and facing her lethal wrath. He licked the freezing metal. It was the ultimate, absolute destruction of Aryan Singhania. The brilliant billionaire, the ruthless Devil of Dalal Street, was now violently pinned in the freezing sludge, actively licking the filthy dried meat off a rusted dog bowl like a starved, diseased animal. Tears of pure, unadulterated despair streamed continuously from his bruised eyes, aggressively mixing with the freezing mud as he desperately dragged his bleeding tongue across the harsh metal surface.

Savita tai said while moving the door shut. ******* On the other side _ Leaving the noise and hustle bustle of the metropolitan city a big and splendid mention was standing proudly in the outskirt if the city. It was very beautiful and magnificent. It has 10 floors. It was the house of the business tycoon manik malhotra. Manik malhotra who is the second name of perfection, thought he is involved in some illegal activities too but his business always works like a sheild to him. He is the mafia leader in mumbai and a big name of underworld.

“You don't care about Mum's feelings and you hardly care about mine. All you care about is your stupid dreams of changing the world. Like that's ever gonna happen.“ She snorted. “My dreams ain't stupid and sooner or later, I'll make it a reality.“ Trust me to speak so boldly when it has to do with my dreams. “We live in Gale, Shelly, and in the slums to top it all. We reak of dirt and mud. We eat from the remains of the rich. We are born unfortunate and we die that way. This is our fate and there's nothing you or any one else can do about it.“ Tears were beginning to build a lump in my throat at Megan's words. Slowly, I let my gaze dance around our poor abode. We lived in a dirty shaft in th

Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, and extended it toward her. "Here... this should cover a new outfit and some extra for your needs." He hadn't anticipated the resounding slap from Aella after his words had left his mouth. Damien Sullivan, the CEO of Damien Fashion World, a multi-billion-dollar company, was slapped by a commoner. Rage welled up inside him at the thought. His ego was more than bruised, and Aella didn't seem to mind as she grabbed the dollar note from his outstretched hand and tore it to shreds.