Multimillonario の小説・ストーリー

He said while he let go of the ribbon holding the brown paper that was used to cover the cheque face reveling Thirty million dollars boldly written with his signature on it also. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake . I thought pinching myself to be sure of what I saw. I felt the pain making me realize this is not a dream but my reality, am a millionaire already. From nothing to a millionaire, God am grateful. I thought shaking his hand ad the photographer did his job including Maxwell featuring. "That's not all Mrs stone, am sure you are happy and excited but I still have more coming." He said while one of his bodyguard brought out three different award pushing them where the light

Theodore wasn’t just distant; he was consumed by his responsibilities. “One more thing,” Nadia asked, curiosity rising. "I know he's wealthy, but what exactly does he do? How does he make a living?" Miranda’s tone turned serious. “Mr. Theodore is a businessman, Ms. Nadia, and he’s a billionaire.” Nadia blinked, her shock evident. “Billionaire?” she echoed. “He’s a billionaire?” Miranda nodded, her expression calm. “Yes. His wealth didn’t come from his family. He built it himself. The company, his investments—they’re all a result of his hard work. He didn’t inherit his wealth; he created it.”

As soon as he said it, there became even more murmurs of agreement and Don looked interested in what Mr Sal had to say. What?! A trillion dollar company!! What?! Trillion?! Trillion?! Was I the only one seeing this from my point of view? Trillion was not a little amount. Why on earth was the rich born so wealthy. Trillion?! That made my brain almost explode. Were they so wealthy that they wanted to turn this company into A TRILLION DOLLAR COMPANY. What?!

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

"Truly he is. But I have also heard that he's quite a player. He changes woman so quickly like changing his clothes. Well, I can't blame him though. He is truly a greek god. Plus, he is super wealthy." "You're right. I have heard that, too. But, who cares? I would be more than willing to have a one night stand with him." Despite his good reputation as a CEO and one of the most successful self-made billionaire in the country, Matthias is also well-known for his addiction with women. For no specific reason, he gets tired of every single woman he gets to sleep with. He never had a serious relationship either. "When is the next auction?" Matthias asked Paul, his secretary, who instantly figured

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

she said while typing her name on a g****e browser. She approached Gabriel’s mother and whispered. “Read, Madamé Rebecca Anderson.” It was her diplomatic way of declaring war. “Anna Hemsworth Miller is a multi-billionaire businesswoman who owns stocks in most of the businesses in the city. We know her by name, but no one ever sees her. Her face is declared the most private face in the business industry. If you think you own your business 100%, think again. She owns half of the stocks in one of the biggest companies here and abroad, The Anderson Group of Companies, Créatrice de Mode, and many others.”

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

“ONE MILLION DOLLARS!” Everyone was stunned yet again by someone who just bid a high amount and first for the item that is the same as the first one which Xander won. “One million dollars for the gentlemen in white!” The host declares, not that surprised anymore after what Xander did a while back. “A tycoon?” “Multi-billionaire.”

"I met your father a week before Uncle Lee died, he was so enthusiastic about telling me about his beautiful future daughter-in-law and also the happy news that you were getting married. When I heard that I was so happy and planned to go back to Seoul on your wedding day. But, it turns out that God has other plans for you and Uncle Lee. At that time, maybe your father had an inkling that his life would not last much longer, because before your father returned to Seoul he had a message for me to help you deal with the bad people out there. “But, the fact is I can't come when you're down. The Paris branch of my agency was in danger of going bankrupt because one of my employees had embezzled co