Slumdog Millionaire の小説・ストーリー

"True excellence requires dedicated practice." The Shanghai sunrise continued painting golden patterns across our rooftop sanctuary as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Asia's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each caress, each heated glance, each moment of perfect understanding between us reinforced what we'd known since our paths first crossed - that our connection transcended ordinary definitions of power and passion.

Her presence acted as a catalyst to boost my confidence, enabling me to argue with Uncle Jorawar with full confidence. Even though Uncle Jorawar's facts and arguments are stronger and more persuasive, I am still satisfied with how I performed in court. "My lord, my client is a well-known musician, and it's fairly typical for someone to use his name to gain fame. Before he deceived Victor Thompson into falling in love, John Woods was an ordinary man unknown to anyone. Now, he has become a sensational headline on every news channel. John Woods rose to fame without exerting much effort to showcase his talent, and now, many other musicians are eager to collaborate with him. I believe that John W

Infact, he seemed to relax into the seat the more while Cameron glared at him. "Twenty One thousand" More hands. "Thirty thousand." These men were multi millionaires and billionaires. Thirty thousand naira wasn't going to cut it. Without another thought, I took the microphone from Cal and said the first words that entered my mind. "Thirty thousand? You have to be kidding me," I gave them a winning smile, strutting up and down the stage, "Let's start with a hundred thousand please, I know this is a surprise but it's not that much of a surprise."

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Lisa smiled and dipped her hand into the water to hold her hand. "Scarlett, you are a good Luna, a good person and friend, never doubt that" Lisa smiled and pecked her forehead. "Awwn, I love you" Scarlett smiled at her friend. She really wanted Lisa to be with her as a friend but she insisted on retaining her position as a servant and she had talked to Xavier about it and he was quite non challant. "Thanks Lisa, are there any problems in the pack?" Scarlett questioned. Lisa nodded"Yes, there are issues in the market of people selling at exorbitant prices to those who hardly hunt, its getting more infuriating everyday and we slaves are suffering it "

Uncle Damon is seen in a club house sitting on a long couch, surrounded by different girls who were romancing him. His friends sitting close to him with girls rendering services to them too. After he had sold Lisa with millions he eventually became a millionaire, anyways for the time being. "Damon you still haven't told us how you became a millionaire over night" one of his friends said as he drank from a glass full of alcohol. Damon smirked as he stared at his friends. They wouldn't want to know how he became a millionaire overnight. If they knew he had killed his brother's wife, Rebecca and sold out his cousin.

No, he isn't the greedy type. The money he took from his father make one a billionaire all of a sudden. No wonder, his rank got from the third to the first wealthiest man. And that's why Salome was so angry that she never wanted to see Nina. Both were enemies from highschool. Hate each other like shit! Salome's father rank had dropped to the third. Sometimes, she wished she was Mr Williams' daughter and not Nina. She's the big money spender while Nina knows her limit of spending.

"Ha! What shortsighted fools. I've got three million dollars in cash hidden in the ceiling and another 110 pounds of gold inside the walls. There's a fortune right here, and you still think I'm a dump? "Birds of a feather flock together. The woman can't recognize value when she sees it, and the guy is a spineless pushover. They're perfect for each other!" My legs turned to jelly, and I almost fell to the floor. There were another three million dollars in cash stashed in the ceiling? I couldn't help but glance up. The apartment was in an old concrete-panel building, with a simple drop ceiling installed. Nothing looked out of place. Peter hurried over. "Milo, you think this place is actually q

“This is what you built.” Confused, she glanced at the papers, then froze. Headlines glared up at her from yesterday’s newspapers. “Montaire Luxe Exposed: Labor Violations Spark Outrage.” “Stock Value Plummets After Scandal.” “Employees Speak Out: ‘We Were Invisible.’” Her stomach dropped. “What… what is this?” she whispered. Arthur didn’t soften. “The scandal broke overnight. Half our investors pulled out. Our stock fell twenty-eight percent by morning. Employees were complaining that they were just exploited in the company and not considered.”

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.