Novel & Cerita The Millionaire Next Door Book

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.

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

"Don't ever put down being a millionaire. Billions of people would love to trade places with you financially." "I realize that, but there is a definite difference between millions and billions. After all, today, there are many millionaires who are actually broke." "What do you mean, exactly?" Kittridge asked. "Well we all know people whose homes have increased in value but their income has not. For example, I know a friend who inherited his parents' home after they died. Since the real estate price have skyrocketed and the house has no debt on it, he is technically a net-worth millionaire, but he and his wife Still struggle financially because they earn less than $90,000 a year. They have th

Said John “Although we’ve successfully claimed sixty-five percent of the shares, I’m afraid the Russos wont leave without a fight and to keep the company running, we will be needing a permanent investor” Mrs. Carter listened intently as the lawyer outlined the situation facing their family. With each word, her sense of resolve strengthened. She remembered her childhood friend, one of the biggest investors in New York, if she could get their son to marry her daughter it should go well. Across the neighborhood, in the sleek and modern confines of the Russo estate, a different scene is unfolding. Here, the morning air hummed with the quiet efficiency of modern technology, and the household sta

"How are these books not cringe? A fucked up millionaire falls for his assistant. He was a major ass before her, but she somehow manages to change him. They have kids and live happily ever after." "Well, if you think about it for a moment, isn't it what we have so far?" "Okay, I admit I'm a fucked up millionaire but here's the thing. You're as much of a fucked up millionaire as I am, none of us works for the other and I never denied how attracted I am to you. Nor do I tie you and beat you with whips." "But what if I want to be tied and spanked?" Oh, God. Oh dear God. The idea of Abigail lying tied up in my bed brings back the excitement. How am I supposed to go to public places with her arou

The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit. He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.” I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again. A book? “Wait. This book is—?” “Five hundred million dollars.” My brain stopped working. “Five…..what?!” Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.

Again, Sophie's eyes communicated with Joyce so intensely that if the other two were watching them, they would have noticed. “It's not that cute,” Sophie closed her eyes to imagine the lies she was about to tell. She needed the scenes to play out in her head as she told them. “Well, we went out for that event and when I came back, I realized that I had a new neighbor. You know how top-tier that particular floor is? Guys, it's very expensive and shit and I know how much struggle I went through before I could get one of the top apartments in the place.” She heaved a sigh.

he interrupted her rants, which had been going on for the last two minutes, his deep baritone voice sounding even deeper than before. "I don't have time for any drama right now," he said with nonchalance. "What's even the cost of the clothes that you're making such a fuss about? Huh?" He questioned her, and Aella placed her hands on her hips, as if preparing herself to throw some punches. "It might not be worth millions of dollars, but I value what I have," she retorted. "Okay, Mr. Billionaire?" 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 says casually, lips curving into that infuriating half-smirk. There it is. The line. The one that lands like a punch. I stare at him, really stare. The man who once slept on my couch because he missed the bus. The boy who used to trace patterns on my back when he couldn’t sleep. Now a billionaire with a penthouse key and a talent for ruining my life in new and creative ways. “This is a nightmare,” I say. “If it helps,” he replies, “I didn’t plan it this way.” I scoff. “You don’t plan a lot of things, Leo. You just let them happen and deal with the damage later.”

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.