Novel & Cerita The Millionaire Next Door Book

Once I reached on the fifthteenth floor the elevator dinged and opened. I slumped on my black leather chair and tossed the magazine in the trash can beside. "Marcus Devon is recognized as one of the richest billionaires in NYC. I was the first one but I never cared. Reporters liked to do nothing but gossip. My monthly net income is enough to care for half of the world but I liked to keep things to my standards. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in." The knob slightly turned and a blonde walked in and closed the door behind her.

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.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone

I said at last, “I will deal with it when it does.” Joe held my gaze for a second, then gave a respectful nod and left the study. When the door closed behind him, I stood alone in the quiet room and looked toward the staircase outside, as if I could somehow see through walls. Upstairs was a woman who had walked into my life by accident and changed its shape in less than two days. And for the first time in years, I found myself thinking not about the bargain I had made, but about the cost of wanting more than the bargain allowed.

from a man who had more money in his watch than I had in my entire lineage. I looked at Daphne, who was currently stomping her feet and crying over a lost I*******m opportunity, and then back at the phone. I didn't have a choice. I was a farm girl with a debt, and Andrew Ashford was a man who might have a million-dollar solution.

“I chose it. Far from the city. Far from distractions. Far from whatever friends you have.” “Jess is not some whatever friend, Mr. Hilton, It wouldn’t take anything from you to be nice to people,” she continued. “Or to say something kind for once in your life.” I let out a low, amused laugh. “I’m a businessman,” I said. “Tell me, where do you think being nice would take me?” She crossed her arms. “I don’t know, maybe human decency?” “All that I have, all that I own—you think I acquired it by being nice?” my voice was sharp, taunting. “No one respects a nice man—”

I looked at Sophie who's currently checking her newly polished nail. "She's rich?" I asked. "Filthy rich," Sophie said. "She's a daughter of a multi-billionaire." My eyes enlarged. "Wow. I feel so small and cheap," I told and bit the end of my ballpen. "Hey, guys. I'm back," Mila uttered and sat at the chair beside me. I just smiled at her and closed my eyes. "Hey, cookies! Can I have some?" I nodded and gave Mila the box of cookies. I feel so weak, depressed and sad. Imagine, my friends can afford an iPhone, a sushi platter or whatever expensive but me? I can't even buy myself a decent blouse from a mall nearby my apartment. Eehk, that creepy apartment. I'm just thankful to my brain that it

Her fashion and makeup line will boost it. “Was this what you expected of your future? Our future?” A bitter taste fills my mouth, I close my eyes. I don’t like the turn of this conversation. Fortunately for me, El is not interested in my reply. “When I was younger, I used to tell Ma I will get on Forbez list.” My hand closes over my phone, I tap on the screen and point it at her. The screen illuminates her face, she sticks her tongue out. “Billionaire under thirty.”

My eyes remained on the card, and the phone number was scribbled behind it with a pen. "Yes," he nodded, getting up. "I guess that's all for today. I have a prior engagement with a client by nine in New Jersey. I hope to receive a positive response." "—New Jersey? Isn't that-?" I swallowed the rest of the word when I remembered. Again, he was a billionaire who had the world in the palm of his hands. "I see…. Either way, thank you so much for everything. I will make my decision and get back to you. This means so much than words could express."