Neilla Steedly
Neilla Steedly's Books(2)
The Supreme Trillionaire
Modern I grew up in a poor family. My foster mother worked tirelessly as a maid to support me.
In order to climb out of poverty, I studied hard and got into a prestigious university.
But not long after, my foster mother fell seriously ill and quickly racked up two hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses.
I tried to borrow money, but instead, I only received humiliation and abuse.
I hated my life. Why was I so incompetent?
When I was at my most desperate point, I suddenly received a text message from the bank.
"Mr. Larson, you’ve received $1,000,000,000 in your account."
I was dumbfounded. A billion dollars? It had to be a scam!
But then suddenly, a strange man called me.
"Mathews, do you want to know how your biological mother died?
Spend a billion dollars within the month, and I'll tell you everything!" The Beginning Of My Life As A Billionaire
Modern I grew up in a poor family. My foster mother worked tirelessly as a maid to support me.
In order to climb out of poverty, I studied hard and got into a prestigious university.
But not long after, my foster mother fell seriously ill and quickly racked up two hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses.
I tried to borrow money, but instead, I only received humiliation and abuse.
I hated my life. Why was I so incompetent?
When I was at my most desperate point, I suddenly received a text message from the bank.
"Mr. Larson, you’ve received $1,000,000,000 in your account."
I was dumbfounded. A billion dollars? It had to be a scam!
But then suddenly, a strange man called me.
"Mathews, do you want to know how your biological mother died?
Spend a billion dollars within the month, and I'll tell you everything!" You might like
The Return of The Forgotten Legend
Yves Whilton Once a master of both healing and combat, Kayce lost everything-his memory, his power, and his dignity. Betrayed and left to wander the streets, he became the laughingstock of his in-laws: the so-called "useless son-in-law" who couldn't even fend for himself.
But legends couldn't stay buried forever.
As Kayce's memories resurface, so did the man he used to be-skilled, fearless, and unstoppable. With precision and power, he began to shatter every insult thrown his way. From street beggar to international powerhouse, Kayce rose again-this time, with his radiant wife by his side and vengeance in his heart.
The man they mocked was the man who would make them kneel. Mighty Super-rich Heir
Claudette Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen.
From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” 
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