Multimillonario の小説・ストーリー

- "Yes, of course I do, I still trusted the insurance of the hundred thousand dollars, but I see that there is no money. "Mariane, a hundred thousand dollars, that's nothing to that guy, he's a tycoon, his parents are well-known billionaires from a country insurance company, the guy has more money than you and I will ever see in this life after living it a hundred times a woman." Think about what we can get out of this situation, think big. "We could blackmail him, I don't know, we'll ask him for a lot of money for not telling Sara the truth. - No woman! That guy must have something bigger that we can take advantage of, although we can call him and know what his intentions are.

Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did anything without an ulterior motive. Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Damian spoke again. "There is one thing I would like in return, Scarlett," he muttered. Scarlett listened as Damian made his offer, a generous one at that, but she couldn't help but feel that there was something about him. As much as she appreciated his offer, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something. Damian had always been known for his shrewd business skills and it was common knowledge that he never did anything without an ulterior motive. Scarlett couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness.

She was telling the person on the phone, "Yep, I got 2 and a half million dollars before. Selling Xander's photos tonight should get me another bundle. Plus, Margaret gave me a limitless credit card, a villa, two properties at The HC Residences, some shop lots and stuff. I did a rough count; it's at least 100 million dollars." "Silly Caterpie, it's more than 100 million dollars," Melody said. "Just those two properties at The HC Residences are 100 million dollars, not to mention the beachfront villa." Abigail said, "So, I'm actually a multimillionaire now?" "Stinky Caterpie, you're so rich now I can't even compare. I'm afraid one day you'll see me and pretend not to know me," Melody said. Ab

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

The old man gazes at the patterns of his hands: “You can work hard to be a middle class, but you can only become a 0.1% rich through genetic lottery. For people who believe in hard work, they are either illusional or innocuous. ” Thomas Huron puts out his cigarette. He wraps up our conversation in a low and tired voice: “You can fuck her all you want, as long as you end up marrying someone of our status. I don’t mind you messing around a little bit when you are young, son. It can be fun, I know. All I wish for you is good luck.” With that said, Thomas Huron reaches up to loosen his tie, revealing our family motto——a tattoo on his collar that takes the form of the Eastern script meaning luck

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

I recognized him right away, even with the lower half of his face hidden and his eyes half-closed. Shane Wilson. The Shane Wilson. Billionaire tech mogul. Media darling. Tabloid king. And right now—naked. In bed. With me. Oh God. I was feeling numb in the head and bones, my brain overcast with fog, and was panting for my life. Fragments of last night struck me, like shards of broken glass in my brain. Melissa had dragged me out. “One evening, Lucy,” she had told me. “Just have fun and try to stay alive for one night.

‘I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around. ‘I just want both you and Aunt Vero to be happy,’ Milo said sincerely. ‘We will. And I want you to be happy too.’ She glanced at the game screen. ‘What’s this game, and how did you rake in all this cash?’ Milo shrugged, a sly smile on his face. ‘It’s Warrior Empires. I’m a natural at it.’ Then he added, ‘It’s developed by a company owned by Wilde Enterprises.’ Alessia’s eyes widened.

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.