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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Rejected
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the immaculate corporate office of Sullivan Group's HR department. Jerome strode in confidently, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor, while Sandra followed quietly behind, clutching her portfolio tightly. The HR director, a sharp-eyed woman in a tailored suit, stood from her desk as they entered. Without hesitation, she extended her hand to Sandra. "Ms. Miller, congratulations. You've got the job." Sandra's eyes widened in shock. "W-what? But—but we haven't even interviewed yet!" Jerome stiffened. "Hold on a damn minute! You didn't even look at our resumes! Why the hell did you hire her and not me?" The HR director gave him a cool, unimpressed look. "Ms. Miller is more qualified. And frankly, Mr. Carter, your father is a billionaire. She needs this opportunity more than you do." Jerome's face flushed red with fury. "That's bullshit! It's not my fault my father's rich! I earned my qualifications—what the hell can sh
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The imposter
Richard ignored Jerome's question as he continued. "Plan A was for you to infiltrate Sullivan Group, gather intel, and sabotage them from within. But now?" His lips curled into a sinister smile. "Now we move to Plan B." Jerome looked straight at his father. "Which is?" Richard stood up from his seat, his eyes gleaming ruthlessly. "We rally every billionaire who's felt the sting of Sullivan Group's dominance. We form an alliance—a coalition of the powerful—and we crush Barry and his empire before it's too late." Jerome's initial shock gave way to a vicious resolve. "I'll do anything to bring that company down. I will not rest until Sullivan Group is destroyed."Richard grinned slyly. "Good. Very good."* * * *A few days later, Barry pulled up outside of Mr. Wexler's mansion. Mr. Wexler stood at the entrance of his mansion with Roxanne to welcome Barry."Barry," he greeted, extending a hand as Barry stepped out of the car. "Thank you for coming. I appreciate you honoring this me
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours A faithful servant
The billionaires transferred billions to Luther's offshore accounts within days.They were so blinded by their greed that they were obvious to any potential deception. The money flowed into the shell companies as planned, with Luther providing regular updates on the accumulating Sullivan Group shares. Then, silence. Two days passed with no word from Luther. At first, the alliance dismissed it as standard operational delays. But by the third day, unease turned to panic. Luther had disappeared like smoke.Richard’s phone rang nonstop—furious voices demanding answers. "Where is our money, Carter?" One of the billionaires snarled. "If this is some kind of double-cross—" "It’s not!" Richard snapped, though sweat beaded on his brow. "I'm unto him as we speak. I'll get to him soon. Give me time.""Do you have any idea how much money we all staked in this operation?" The billionaire yelled. "We can't afford to lose all those money for nothing. Do something or it's your head."Afte
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Sleeping Death
The wedding preparations were nearly complete. Barry had kept his promise to Veronica—he had become a man of substance, a man worthy of Veronica. In just a few months, he would be graduating from Silverleaf university at the top of his class, and their wedding was set to follow soon after. Veronica had prepared herself to be his wife. She was finally proud of the man Barry had grown up to be.Everything was perfect—until it wasn’t. One evening, Barry received a frantic call. Veronica had collapsed att a conference meeting, burning with fever. By the time he reached the hospital, she had already slipped into unconsciousness. The air in the hospital corridor was heavy with grief.Members of the Phoenix family stood in silence, their faces filled with sadness. The council elders, aunts, uncles, and cousins who had gathered to support their beloved Veronica. Barry stepped into the room, his chest tightening at the sight of her lying motionless on the hospital bed. She looked
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Golden Cat Of Fortune
A sudden rush of wind swirled around Barry as Sebastian placed a hand on his shoulder. The world around him blurred, shifting and warping like liquid glass. In the blink of an eye, the familiar walls of his mansion disappeared.Then Barry found himself standing on a bustling city sidewalk. Barry recognized the skyline of York City which stretched out before him against the evening sky. He couldn't believe it. Sebastian had teleported them both to York city in such a short time."Why are we in York City?" Barry asked, careful not to question Sebastian about his abilities. Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks, unfazed by the teleportation. "The Golden Cat of Fortune is always on the move, Master. It appears where it chooses, seeking those worthy of its favor." Barry scanned the crowded streets impatiently. "Then where is it?" Before Sebastian could answer, a raspy voice interrupted them. "Excuse me, young man… could you spare a dollar?" Barry turned to see an old homeless man
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Steve
Barry’s pulse raced. "Then… my wish—" The cat’s eyes gleamed. "Ah yes. The wish." It tilted its head playfully. "But first… tell me, Barry. What do you truly desire?" Barry didn’t hesitate. "Save Veronica. She's my fiancée. She has the Sleeping Death, and if I don't—" "Whoa hold your horses," the Golden Cat purred, cutting him off. "I already know what you want, boy. I’ve always been watching you." Its tail flicked. "You owe your good fortune to me, you know." Barry stiffened. "What do you mean?" The cat ignored his question as it stretched lazily. "I can lift the curse from Veronica and cure her. But first, you must do one good deed for me." Barry frowned. "I don’t understand. I thought helping that homeless man was the good deed." The Golden Cat burst into laughter, rolling onto its back and kicking its paws in the air like an amused kitten. "Oh, Barry! That wasn’t the deed! That was just a test to see if you were worthy of my attention!" It sat up, grinning. "I do
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Best friend betrayal
Charles freed himself from Steve's grip and punched him hard across his jaws. Steve lost his balance, falling on the wet ground. Charles spat at him. “For God's sake, you get out of prison and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight with me. Do you want to return to jail again?”Steve tastes blood in his mouth. He glared at Charles. “I-I don't understand, Charles. You were my best friend. You were supposed to look after my wife and my child while I serve my sentence.”Charles burst into laughter. “Look at this bloody fool. Wait, you haven't told him, yet have you, Laura?”“I was about to before you arrived,” Laura folded her arms. “He keeps going on and on about his son.”“Oh this is so good,” Charles laughed, turning to face the kid. “Junior, come here.”The boy came up to Charles, who lifted him up. Charles turned to Steve. “This is the baby your wife was pregnant with before you were locked up in jail six years ago. Isn't he adorable?”Steve staggered to his feet, wiping t
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The jailbird
Steve took the long walk to the Weston's estate. When he arrived, he demanded an audience with Sir Henry. Sir Henry was enjoying a steak dinner with his wife and family in the dining room when Steve was ushered in by the family's butler. “Sir, Henry, Steve is here,” the butler announced, then quietly left. “Well, well, well, if it isn't my son-in-law, back from prison,” Sir Henry raised a glass at Steve. “How long has it been? Six years?”Sir Henry, despite being in his mid-sixties was still strong and healthy. He made his fortune in the railway corporation and his real estate empire. But Sir Henry was a greedy fellow. He always wanted more. He was the type of man who is controlled by money. It was his unquenchable thirst for money that got him into trouble. The trouble that cost Steve his six years of freedom and the loss of his company. “Father-in-law, we need to talk,” Steve approached him. “Laura has finished me. The baby she was pregnant with before I went to jail was ac
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Graduation Day
The university hall was filled with the excited murmurs of graduating students, proud parents, and faculty members. The ceremony proceeded as each names were called met with applause and cheers. But when the dean announced, "Snow Reeds—summa cum laude, valedictorian, and recipient of the Chancellor’s Award for Academic Excellence," the applause was thunderous. No one in the audience—not her classmates, not even her professors—knew the truth about Snow. To them, Snow was just another brilliant student, a quiet but determined young woman who had worked hard for her achievements. None of them suspected she was the sister of Barry Reeds, the most powerful and wealthiest man in the world. Snow had kept her identity hidden deliberately, wanting to earn her success on her own merits, not because of her brother's name or wealth. And she succeeded.As she walked across the stage to receive her honors, her gaze swept over the crowd—and then she saw them. Barry. Veronica. And a lit
Home
Daniel’s breath left him in a rush. He turned to his father, eyes wide with shock. "Is that true?" Victor’s lips pressed into a thin line. "We needed an heir." "That’s not an answer!" Daniel’s voice cracked. "Did you adopt Flynn? Did you—" He swallowed hard, as if the words themselves were poison. "Did you change him?" Victor’s composure fractured. "What would you have me do? You were dying! The doctors gave you months—months—and the treatments weren’t working! The Homeland name couldn’t end with you!" His voice rose, desperate. "I did what I had to do!" Daniel took a step back, shaking his head. "No. No, you didn’t. There were other ways. Adoption. Legitimate means. But you—" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You bought a child like he was property. You altered him." Victor’s face twisted. "I saved this family!" "You ruined it!" Daniel shot back. "We’re not monsters. We don’t take children. We don’t erase who they are!" Barry watched the exchange in silence, his expressi
The Homeland family
The first streaks of morning light painted the sky when Sebastian reappeared in Barry's room. Barry had not slept throughout the night. He had sat patiently with a glass of whiskey untouched on the table before him, his fingers steepled in silent vigil. Suddenly, the air shifted—a whisper of displaced wind—and then Sebastian stood before him, his coat singed at the edges, the scent of smoke clinging to him like a second skin. Barry’s gaze lifted. "Yes?" Sebastian inclined his head. "It’s done." Barry leaned forward. "And?" "The Cradle is no more," Sebastian said. "The children—twenty-three in total—are safe. I delivered them to the Blackthorn children Foundation. They’ll be cared for." "Excellent work," Barry murmured. "You've done well, Sebastian."Sebastian’s red eyes gleamed. "I was right about the barrier. They used an ancient artifact—a relic of forgotten magic. Powerful enough to hide an entire island from scrying, from detection, even from memory if one wasn’t caref
The Cradle
The mansion was silent and the halls swallowed by darkness as Joanna led Barry through the corridors of the Homeland estate. They reached the master suite at the end of the east wing. Joanna hesitated, her fingers hovering over the door handle. "He'll kill me if he finds out I brought you here," she whispered. Barry didn’t respond. He simply pushed the door open himself and stepped inside. The room was vast, lavishly furnished, and dimly lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. In the center, an old man lay in a massive four-poster bed—Victor Homeland, the patriarch of the family. Barry walked to the bedside, his presence like a cold draft in the room. He reached down and gripped Victor’s shoulder, shaking him awake. Victor’s eyes snapped open, clouded with sleep—then sharpened with alarm as they focused on the stranger looming over him. "Who—?" "Barry Reeds," Barry said, his voice low and lethal. "The father of the child you stole." Victor’s f
The confession
The former occupants of the property beside the Homeland family was swiftly evicted. Barry had paid triple the property’s value, ensuring no complaints or delays were made. The agent had refunded half the previous owner’s money just to expedite the process, and within seventy-two hours, Barry stood in the master bedroom of his new residence, binoculars in hand, watching the Homeland estate like a hawk. For days, he observed their routines. The comings and goings of staff, the security rotations, the family’s movements. He studied them all, piecing together the puzzle. He also paid private investigators to dig deep into the Homeland family. What he uncovered made his blood run cold. The Homeland patriarch, Victor Homeland, was deathly ill—rumored to be clinging to life through sheer will and expensive treatments. His only son and heir, Daniel Homeland, was also afflicted by a mysterious, wasting sickness. The family’s empire needed a new successor, and quickly. Daniel’s fir
The trance
Barry stepped through the foyer of his estate, the velvet case tucked securely under his arm. Sebastian stood waiting by the staircase, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His gloved hands were clasped behind his back. "Master Barry," he greeted with a slight bow. "You've returned." Barry's voice was rough, worn thin by exhaustion. "How's Veronica?" Sebastian's expression softened. "Still locked in her room. She refuses meals. The maids report she hasn't slept properly in days. She... blames herself." Barry's jaw tightened visibly. He strode past Sebastian, his boots striking the marble floor with sharp, echoing steps. "I'll find him," he muttered, more to himself than to his butler. "Whatever it takes, wherever he is—I'll bring him home." He turned abruptly, holding up the velvet case between them. "I got it. Just like you said I should." His piercing gaze locked onto Sebastian's. "Tell me straight—is it the real thing?" Sebastian accepted the case, pening
The Imperial Auction
Five years later....Barry stepped into the grand hall of the world's most exclusive auction house. There was a legendary event held only once every decade. The Imperial Auction. The air hummed with quiet murmurs and the clink of crystal glasses as the global elite—billionaires, royalty, and shadowy figures of immense power—gathered under the glittering chandeliers. The Imperial auction was infamous for trading in the impossible: mythical objects, ancient artifacts thought lost to time, flawless diamonds the size of fists, and deeds to private islands and forgotten palaces. Barry moved through the crowd unnoticed. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, a tailored brown overcoat, and round spectacles that caught the light. His face was now framed by a full beard, and his quiet eyes had the looks of a man who had seen too much. The usher, recognizing Barry, guided him to a reserved seat at the front. "Welcome, Mr. Reeds. We kept your reservation as demanded."Barry sat down without saying a
Miraculous recovery
Barry's car screeched to a halt outside the gleaming hospital entrance. Before Sebastian could even come to a complete stop, Barry was already throwing the door open, his polished shoes hitting the pavement at a run. The automatic doors slid apart just in time as he burst into the lobby.The elevator ride to the seventh floor felt like eternity as he couldn't wait to see Veronica. When the doors finally opened, Barry's breath caught in his throat. Down the hall, through the glass walls of the private ward, he could see them - Veronica sitting upright in bed, her dark hair cascading over the hospital gown, surrounded by the entire Phoenix family. Snow was perched on the edge of the bed, holding Veronica's hand, while various Phoenix relatives filled the room with flowers and murmured conversation.Barry's footsteps slowed as he reached the doorway. Veronica turned her head at the sound, and when their eyes met, the world seemed to stop. Color had returned to her cheeks, her eyes s
Revelation
Barry and Sebastian stood at the back of the court wedding ceremony, observing as Steve and Susan exchanged vows. The judge smiled warmly as he pronounced them husband and wife, and the small gathering of trusted friends applauded. Steve looked more at peace than Barry had ever seen him. It surprises him why Steve got married that very day without any hesitation.As the newlyweds turned to greet their guests, Barry stepped forward, extending a hand. "Congratulations, Steve. You've earned this happiness."Steve clasped his hand firmly, gratitude in his eyes. "I wouldn't be here if not for you, Barry. Thank you."Barry's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. "I have a queen waiting for me back home—someone I hope to marry soon, too."Steve raised his glass. "Then I wish you the same joy you've given me."Suddenly, their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of frantic heels clicking against the marble floor. All heads turned as Laura Weston burst into the room with tears strea
