The Millionaire Real Estate Agent Novels & Stories

“Have fun. And text when you get home.” “As if she ever listens,” Dad muttered. I hugged them both and left. ***** The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open into the lobby of the luxury real estate firm. We had spent the last three hours moving from one expensive house to another. From penthouses with glass walls, duplexes, estates with fountains bigger than my entire living room. The agent walked ahead of us, satisfied with himself as he arranged his files. Helen looked tired yet excited, her eyes practically sparkling from the last house.

I shout, losing my posture. "Yes, and maybe if it's not too much to ask, I can..." trying to speak while ignoring me. "Do you want money?" Maciel asks impatiently, then reaches for a checkbook in his drawer and writes down an amount, whatever it is, this man became a millionaire in seconds, and when Maciel hands it over, I see his eyes light up." This is the amount for Aline's stay here until it is decided whether she lives or dies and Marco marries your daughter.

So this was how it was going to go, Blake Shite slammed her laptop closed and sat back in her very comfy office chair. She'd been locked up in her home for a week, trying to put words to her new book. But nothing. Not a single word made it onto the screen, her fingers hovered, typed, deleted. Over and over. She rubbed a hand over her tired eyes and stood, stretching her back. She would go down to the kitchen, make herself a cup of coffee, toast and try again. Her phone rang on her desk and she glared down at it. Her agent, Donna, again. She growled at the phone, ignored it, and went down to her kitchen. Blake didn't have time to deal with Donna now, as her friend, Donna understood that she w

i admit guiltily. "No Gale! It's nothing. Aidan earns more in a week." She explains and rubs my arm. That is a lot of money. I suppose he is a billionaire. I cannot even imagine that amount of money. Hell, I can't even imagine that many people. "Besides, Aidan is getting something which is much more valuable. He's maturing Gale, and I can only assume that's it's your doing." She argues. i smile and brush it off. "I appreciate that. Thank you. How are you doing?" I ask her, even though I don't know her form a bar of soap. She smiles.

I met his gaze and explained, “Asher, I have bought two properties here.” Dad started out in real estate and collected properties all over the world. Asher already knew this. So, Asher nodded calmly, reassuring me with a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Of course. I trust you completely. Today, we’re here to buy our own home together.” Christine caught on quickly and smiled warmly. “Ah, so this is for your future home with your fiancé? Congratulations, Miss Gwen!” Before I could respond, Sophia stormed over, shoving Christine aside. “Christine! You know the rules about poaching clients! Mr. Asher was my client first. How dare you try to take him from me?”

“I love you, too, Darling.” “We need to get going. I don't want to be late.” He laughs and lets me go. We both exit the house, and I lock the door behind me. “You know, the real estate agent would definitely not mind at all. She loves me and antonio. We have bought all of our properties through her, and have given her some very good commission as well as tips for her hard work. She wouldn't care if we were five minutes late or five hours late. We would make it up to her by giving her a few extra thousand dollars for her time.”

I mean, the world was vast and open to all but there were such things as this. "Are you a cop undercover? Listen man, I do not want any troubles. I'm just doing legal jobs to make ends meet. I plan on renewing my passport if only you could give me the end of this week. Please, my family back home, they are all counting on me to help them." He was saying rather quickly. I knew how to spot each kind of person when I wanted. "I can assure you that I am not a cop or anything related to them. I am just a dying millionaire who has less than six hours to live." I said to him,

Mrs Angela walked out of her car gracefully and majestically as her butler opened the door for her, she walked into the building of Lebans group of companies and took her seat in the board room. Mrs. Angela was a wealthy young woman in her late twenties, she was a self-made millionaire as she earned her first million when she was in her university days and she married a billionaire who died a few years after their marriage since they had no children, he willed everything to be her.

" She said as her hand searched the files again, revealing a small photograph of a handsome man. Well, he was a handsome fine man, and for a moment, I could get lost in his damn face. "This is Theodore Maximiliano." "Maximilliano Real Estates' CEO." She declared, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Someone with this type of name? He was undoubtedly a powerful man. How was I supposed to do this kind of job? Never planned on ruining someone's business. Rich people would always have certain characteristics. "What makes you want to ruin him?" I inquired, and she glared at me, agitated by my question. "That is none of your damn business!" I am not asking why you need the money I am offering you

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.