Novel & Cerita The Millionaire Next Door Book

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in exchange for fifty million dollars. I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d lain awake in the small guest room at home, staring at the ceiling, trying to count reasons not to come here. But each one fell apart when I remembered my father’s shallow breathing… the unpaid hospital bills… the creditors circling like vultures around our dying company and I couldn’t just watch them die. Not while there was still hope. “This… This isn’t exactly something I dreamed about growing up,” I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

She leaned closer to Winston and said mysteriously, "My husband is extremely wealthy. I can steal his money to support you!" Winston gave Millie a sideway glance. Right then, he decided to stop driving just to hear what else she might say that would shock him to the core. He had never realized that Millie was quite the smooth talker. Noticing his gaze on her, Millie assumed he was interested, so she perked up. "When the time comes, I can easily give you tens of millions of dollars. That way, you don't have to work as a gigolo anymore. You could just enjoy life! Isn't that the greatest idea?"

To which I don't even bother with, previously Adriana, now Kamaria handle all my sugar daddy arrangements. Now, onto choosing the proper fuck me heels. Shopping lasted for another hour, then I went straight home to freshen up and change to the perfect dress to go out clubbing with my campus jock. Tomorrow Kamaria had me set with a middle-aged finance guy, he's a millionaire and a billionaire in the making. I just shrugged thinking I won't probably last long enough until he becomes a billionaire, or maybe he's that good and I will see him move up the ladder to join the billionaire circle. Though I wouldn't know what to do with that much money, I don't even know why people would want that kind

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

A business in Finland was definitely a very smart idea. The plane landed sooner than I expected and I carried my suitcase down. I had refused to let Everett pay anyone to come pick me up. The guy monitored me way too much for his own good. But I was quickly beginning to regret that decision of mine while struggling with the location of my apartment. Everywhere in Finland looked exactly the same. How did they even live here? Right now, where I was looked more like a supermarket of some sort, there were a lot of people selling goods and others doing grocery shopping. At least I knew where to go for my grocery shopping. Yeah like I would cook.

Another reminder of that emptiness. “Millionaires these days,” I grin, redirecting my mind. “So poor they can’t even afford the nice security system.” “Cutting corners is how millionaires become millionaires.” “Hey now,” I want to look at him, but I can’t peel my eyes from the screen, trying to read their lips. “Not all millionaires climb to the top on the backs of others.” “You and Az can hardly say you’re anything more than commonfolk,” that pulled a real laugh from me. “Your disposal money is filtered into anywhere but your pocket.”

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.

“Vincent, please stop. I don’t want to talk about Dion. Hey, Mr. Carlson also got me an internship in one of the biggest companies in the world of business. He said if I do good, I might even be a permanent employee there.” “Wow. That is…Mpumi, that is great!” “Yeah! He is the acting CEO of Metallic Wholesalers. He said something about the previous acting CEO gone missing. But hey, thank God he’s the new CEO, right? Else I wouldn’t have gotten the internship. He is the sweetest rich person I have ever known!” . . . I'll be releasing 2 new books!! BOOK 1: K*lling The Billionaire's Brother BOOK 2: I'll Bring The Alpha To His Knees

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea