Wealth Unlocked Novels & Stories

Across the screen, a live recording replayed for the fourth time that hour. "To whoever can cure my mother... a reward of ten million pesos, no questions asked. I don't care if you're licensed or not. I don't care if you've disappeared off the grid. If you can heal her, come forward. You'll be protected. Paid. Respected." Zogo Walton, heir to Walton Global. The camera had caught him standing at the podium of his company's press hall. Clean-cut, powerful, tailored in steel gray with no tie, only cold resolution. Every word he said was clipped, careful, yet heavy with something raw beneath it.... desperation.

Inside was a card—black, matte, and heavy in her hand, embossed with her name in sharp silver letters. She froze. A Black Card. The kind of card that came with no limits, no boundaries, the ultimate status symbol of obscene wealth. Her lips parted, then closed again. Slowly, she looked up at him. “You’re giving me… this?” Adrian leaned casually against the desk, hands in his pockets, as if he’d just handed her a set of keys instead of unlimited access to his fortune. “You’ll need it.” Elena’s brow furrowed. “For what, exactly? Buying out small countries? A diamond bathtub? What do you think I’m going to do with this?”

But Elio wanted to know many things about me from his little spy, and that shows how much he underestimated my brothers and me. * * * * * “Fucking finally!” Vin muttered, looking at his phone as we made our way out of our industrial warehouse. I think the name Luna gave suits it better. It’s an old warehouse on the industrial edge of Ashmoor. Rusted shutters. Concrete walls. Officially owned by one of my shell companies. Trucks occasionally come and go, so nobody questions the activity in here. But the actual operation is underneath. And it involves— Ajax’s screams echoed throughout the building.

"And unrestricted access to the Lockwood master servers. No more hiding in the cedar closet, Kira. If you need a weapon, you take it from my armory." I looked at the keycard. This was like the ultimate key to the city. He was giving me the keys to his kingdom. "Thank you, Aziel," I whispered, picking up the card. The plastic was still warm from his pocket. Before he could say anything else, my burner phone buzzed in my pocket. A high-priority encrypted text from Theodore. I pulled it out and read the screen under the table. “The ink is dry, Aurelia. The joint-venture is official. The Lockwood capital just cleared into our offshore accounts. We are holding billions.”

“Alejandro, what? Are you a secret billionaire or something?” To my surprise, he pulls the car over. He unlocks his phone, types in a few things, then passes it to me. My mouth drops open. Accounts. Transactions. Business registrations. ArdentWolf Technologies. “I started small,” he says quietly. “I built firewalls. Cracked code. Made tools for companies too paranoid to use mainstream security. Then, I built something better.”

“This is a housewarming gift to you from us, so you can start again with a bit of extra cash in the bank. All we want is to make sure that you’re as far as you can be from that fucking lunatic Michael, and knowing that you’re here safe and whole here is for us too, not just you. We’d never forgive ourselves if you landed someplace that you hated, or that wasn’t really secure. And the money’s not just from me and Dux – it’s from Viking and Wolf too.” “Viking?” she asked, perplexed. “Why?” “Because you went into that compound of brainwashed yahoos alone and unprotected, and you got his girl out,” Dux said. “He’s grateful to you, babe, and he’s insisting on helping you launch your new life.” “O

Maxwell stood tall, looking down his nose at me as if I were a piece of trash he’d finally swept out the door. I looked at them all—the people I had worked for, the people I had saved from poverty. “Only what I brought with me?” I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Yes,” the Alpha spat. “Get out.” “Fine.” I sat back down at my laptop. My fingers flew across the keys with a speed that none of them understood. I logged into the Sandwell Central Treasury. I opened the bridge between the pack's operational accounts and my mother’s private investment fund.

"Sorry, wasn't listening." She glared at me balefully. Actually, I knew through the darkening of her eyes that she was pissed. The rest of her face was set in that weirdly stationery mode. I bit my tongue to stop from commenting on her botox addiction. "What I am trying to say," she grits out, "is that your father has crossed some very powerful people in his quest for power. He conned Clearwater out of a lot of money and now he is back to take it all away from your father. He bought out all the other shareholders and now he is a majority shareholder with 55percent, and now he wants to be the CEO." Clearwater? That was the name of our mansion, and also the town we lived in. We owned not just

“She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.”

Waiting for the end. Whirrrr. A soft, mechanical hum filled the silence. The screen flickered. The red error message vanished. SCANNING... FINGERPRINT MATCHED. IDENTITY CONFIRMED: ELARA VANCE. The screen flashed a brilliant, beautiful green. ACCESS GRANTED. The vault opened. I gasped, stumbling back into the chair as the monitor flooded with data. Rows and rows of numbers cascaded down the screen—bank accounts in Zurich, property deeds in Tokyo, gold reserves in London, and massive, liquid cash holding accounts.