Wealth Unlocked Novels & Stories

A countercurrent. In my private elevator, I checked my secure tablet. An alert flashed across the screen. Peterson Luxe—Positive Coverage Spike (Independent Media) Source: Mendoza Collective My breath stalled. Mendoza. Sabrina. I scrolled, pulse accelerating despite myself. Articles highlighting Peterson Luxe’s sustainable innovations. Anonymous investor confidence reports pushing back against the rumors. A subtle but unmistakable stabilization in one sector of our stock. She was moving. Even after everything. Even after I cut her out of my life like a coward with a knife made of money and silence.

Want to think that for once, something will break in my favor. My phone buzzes. Bank notification. Five million dollars deposited. Five million dollars that isn’t mine. That I have to pay back with interest. That’s secured by everything I have left. Another notification. Investment confirmed. Properties acquired. Position established. I’m committed now. No turning back.

It only felt like yesterday when Jared surprised me with an increase in my payments. I remembered him smiling proudly. “You did great work, Ellie. Your designs are the face of Walton Lux now.” That was the moment when I shared my dream of opening my own boutique in the future. Jared offered to keep everything together for me. “Don't bother cashing them now. You're not using the money anyway.” I believed him and let him handle the finances, but still, the earlier checks were in my possession. Two million dollars wasn’t enough to pay Zack. But it was enough to shut his mouth temporarily. So, I got ready to go to the back first.

No, money before deal" I said. " But you have no bank account" he said. " Yes I know , we can open one" I said. " Okay, he goes to his car, he brings out his wallet and brings out three ATM and gives it to me. " It has twelve million, yours is ten million naira only, now let's go and get married" he says. I look at the ATM , I turn it around. " it doesn't have my name on it" I said. " I will give you the code and all access to using it" He said.

She says, but Williams shakes his head. “That’s not all. You got me and the influence I have over the Society. Not to mention my family and Abel’s support as well. We’ll back you up. Plus, you also have generous funds waiting for you at your disposal.” When answered with a confused look, he continues, almost sheepishly. “Uh—I forgot to tell you this earlier, but I opened up your charity account this morning. Along with the first quarter million in your regular bank account.” Ariana blinks, jaw slack. “A quarter million? My bank account?”

I demanded, leaning heavily against the counter as a sudden, thrilling surge of adrenaline completely flooded my veins. "I intercepted a massive series of highly encrypted financial transfers and secured private communications spanning back over the last two years," Cael explained rapidly, the sound of files downloading echoing faintly in the background. "It appears, as expected, that your untouchable fiancée has a massive, completely unmanageable underground gambling addiction. Victoria has been systematically and illegally embezzling massive amounts of pack funds directly from the Northern Council's treasury accounts to pay off a staggering debt owed to a violent, human-run gambling syndic

Everything smelled of escape and ego. Silas Hawke, sharply dressed in a navy cashmere sweater and tailored slacks, sat sprawled across a reclining seat, one leg over the other, his fingers idly swirling the golden liquid in his glass. Across from him, three briefcases sat buckled into their own seats — the last remnants of the Walton Unlimited fortune. Digital wallets. Hard drives. Forged passports. Gone was the empire — but in his mind, the king still survived. He raised the flute in a mock toast to no one.

I waited for him to speak because I refused to start the conversation. Kade reached his hand into the pocket of his dark trousers. He pulled out a thick, black metal credit card and a small piece of folded white paper. He leaned forward and placed both items onto the wooden nightstand next to my lamp. "What is this?" I asked, looking at the black metal. "That is my personal account card," Kade explained, taking a step back to give me space. "The piece of paper contains the security passwords to my private banking accounts and the digital login for the estate ordering system. I am giving you unrestricted access to my wealth."

The girl from the outer districts and her little bastard daughter have absolutely nothing. This boy is the primary beneficiary. Under the original corporate charter, he owns the land beneath this house, the vault beneath your bank, and every single line of code your new wife has written." The steel door of the panic vault did not wait for my authorization code. The lock turned with a sharp, heavy *clack*, and the heavy panel swung open.

Several hours later, Thea woke up and realized she was alone in the bedroom. ‘So everything that happened last night wasn’t a dream?’ she thought, glancing at the now-empty bed and the two cards lying on the nightstand. She picked up both cards and studied them again. ‘So this is what they call an unlimited credit card? The kind rich people use?’ she wondered, flipping the sleek black card in her hand. It felt light, though she was sure its value was anything but. In her other hand, she held the debit card from an international bank—something she had never owned before.