Ikr... I was also surprised when I googled "millionaire" and saw mark Zuckerberg who exactly looks like the boy I bit in fourth grade.

What?

He took my play dough.

He deserved it.

Btw he bit me back.

I also deserved it.

So, I was also quite disappointed when I learnt that most of these dudes are pretty old and don't have any physical resemblance to hot models(since, they are not even one to Begin with!) So this proves one thing.

They're not Instagram models.

We also have another thing "iM A sElF madE mILionaIrE BUt ooH iM alSo tWenTy"

Since, you definitely started working when you were fresh outta the womb.

"But Lizzy! This is possible! My pet cat also owns a multi million company!! She inherited it from my dad, since, my dad thinks I'm too irresponsible to manage it!"

If you're taking this book seriously.... Then I can understand that.

Babe... There's a massive difference between being a self made millionaire and inheriting wealth etc. You cannot just put a sticker of self-made on anything. And most self made peeps irl
are as old as your grandparents. But hey! Who needs reality or logic here?

Cause it's all fiction...

But still...

I don't think  that these millionaire peeps have enough time to manage their mega tycoon businesses while simultaneously making babies with the MC.

Like seriously? Pleasure dungeons inside your office? I'm surprised how you're not arrested for harassing your employees. Where is the FBI when you need them?

wait... They don't exist here on Wattpad. And even if they do, they are as helpless in front of the big bad millionaire just as my cats are in front of a ball of yarn.

But ya know? At some point I may accept the fact that these millionaire dudes started working the moment they were born, they are not absolute monsters for keeping a basement filled with Playboy bunnies, they can waste as much time they want with the MC without putting their businesses at stake; but!

I will not accept that they were taking out the trash and saw the love of their life inside one of the trash cans.

|End of part 1|
Love,
Lizzy