Story Of A Millionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.

I wouldn't have gotten the sort of money I was earning monthly, I wouldn't have gotten this contract and I wouldn't be seated in front of this billionaires in an expensive restaurant. I owe SPENDING a lot. He was more like a father to me. He made me understand that with a big d*ck like mine, I stood a chance of making millions. I couldn't believe that in such a short time, after this contract is over, I'm going to be worth $500,000 which is over #225,000,000. I would be a millionaire after four weeks. All the more reason why I'm very careful not to mess up this deal.

"What? You have so much that a few thousands are pocket change." I grabbed my bag and put the money for the coffees on the table. "A lawyer and fifteen thousand dollars. Got it. After that, leave me alone. Forget that I exist." "I'm not sure about the last part but sure." I stood up and he chuckled. "You're leaving already?" "I told you, I have a business to run." He chuckled. "We can catch up with each other for old times' sake." "I don't know if you're playing dumb or if you actually are but I want nothing to do with you."

Daya asked. “I can’t say that I know him. I just heard your grandpa talking about this man back then. When he was young, he was a troublemaker. He came from a family of relatively low background. He’s also uncultured. Later, I heard that he accidentally saved a wealthy businessman. Then, the businessman took him into the business industry. Unexpectedly, that businessman was avenged by his enemy, and his entire family was killed. In the end, he took all the advantage of it and became the current wealthiest man in West California on this basis.” Daya was startled for a brief moment. “So, he had gone through such things. He really has a fortunate life.”

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

Maybe. It had been so easy and had gone unnoticed, so the next one had been even easier to pull off. I should’ve stopped there. Talking young fools out of their money had been like taking candy from a toddler. All they wanted was the fame, and the few dollars I sent their way had always been more than enough to keep them from realizing that they were worth even more. Life was good. I was a millionaire before I knew it and on the fast track to the life of luxury and excess, I’d always dreamed of. But all it had taken was one wrong step at one of those elaborate parties, and my life was no longer my own.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.