Novel & Cerita The Millionaire Next Door Book

She grinned at her perky aunt. “Oh yeah!” Millie had a smirk on her thin lips. “And what about you, little Geri Cherry, when are you going to get it through your pretty head that you’re wasting away chasing your smoke-filled dreams? Find yourself a millionaire before that hot body of yours goes all the way downhill.” “That what you did, Auntie dear? I didn’t know Randall Rogan was a millionaire back then.”

But my eyes wandered briefly over the newspapers and newer magazines the stand owner was getting out for the day. A gasp pulled itself from my lips and vanished in the air. I reached out and grabbed the magazine with Andrey's face on the front. Youngest millionaire in New York City. My heart dropped through the bottom of my chest as I read the words. I could almost feel his eyes on me from the page, sharp and calculating like the predator he truly was. "You buying a copy, sweetheart?" The stand owner drawled in a heavy Brooklyn accent. Then his eyes wandered over my face and whipped back to the older magazine cover I was splayed across. "Whoa, sign a copy of this for me and you can take this

Nathan is known as a reserved and extremely hardworking billionaire, unlike Caden and Emily who came from riches, Nathan climbed his way up the social ladder till he became one of the richest billionaires in New York city. Maybe that's why he is so closed up, he has never been caught in a club or any questionable situations and that's why every media house in New York wants to get a juicy story out of him. "Really? He went home???" Madison frowned as Nathan's car entered the Vine Wood Estate. "No luck today. Maybe we would have better luck next time." Emily sighed and drove Madison to her house. When Emily finally got home, it was almost 9 pm. Madison had pressured her to come into her apart

He picked up his own fork and ate, waiting for the next deluge of questions. Setting down her fork a few minutes later, she was obviously done processing. He didn't think it would take her long. "You're rich. As in millions. Plural." Where was she going with this? "I've been a millionaire more than half our friendship." It'd never bothered her before. Her gaze pinned him, lethal in its intensity. "From Noah Caldwell's adventure company or his inheritance. That guy likes jeans and hanging out. Noah isn't pretentious. Hoan Dwell is a whole different brand of rich. God, Noah. You could buy Texas!"

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

I was lying in bed when I got a text. “I have all the information you need”. “Meet up with me and along with twenty million dollars”.

“Because from where I was standing, everyone looked pretty entertained.” I stayed quiet. “You know what the worst part was?” she continued sharply. “Watching those older businessmen spend millions like pocket change while you sat there saying nothing.” Something inside me stiffened. “Celia.” “No, tell me I’m wrong.” She crossed her arms tightly. “You couldn’t even keep up financially with the people around us tonight.” My jaw tightened immediately. She wasn’t entirely wrong. Ten million dollars. The anonymous bidder had thrown that number out effortlessly while I sat there mentally calculating whether Celia had completely lost her mind.

Dawn pointed out, turning her attention away from her best friend and back to her computer. "You're married to a billionaire, you should be in luxury right now, not working your butt off for fifty thousand bucks every month" "Millionaire" she corrected "David is a millionaire and keep your voice down will you" Becky shrugged and spun her chair around "Millionaire, billionaire it all sounds the same to me. My point is, if I was married to a millionaire I'd be in the Bahamas right now, sitting on the beach and getting my spa treatment done"

Meg extended the letter for her to take, though her fingers didn’t quite want to unclench it and it took her mother a bit of effort to get it free without tearing it. Mildred looked the letter up and down just once before she handed it back to her daughter. “It’s a lovely letter, Mary Margaret. From a nice boy. From a nice family.” “Who is he?” Meg asked, her teeth grinding in frustration. “Surely you’ve heard of John Ashton?” Mildred asked, her expression one of boredom. “He’s a millionaire who lives in New York City. Charles is his son.”

and looked at Alex, thinking that this would make Alex back out. Alex frowned and said, "$1 million?" "You heard me right. It's $1 million. To you ordinary people, $1 million is a house, a luxury car, or a fancy lifestyle. To me, it's just a bit of change, the kind you can squander at will..." "Stop! You acted like such a big shot, so I thought you were going to buy a lot, but turns out you're only going to buy one f*cking unit?" "You’re looking down on $1 million? If you have the guts, why don't you buy one and show me?"