I MADE $700TRILLION IN 48HOURS

Chapter five

The Trading Account

Isabella lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the District Zone.

The District Zone was home to people with rank D. They were ordinary folks who earned average salaries and held ordinary jobs.

“They’re literally Goes.”

But as an E rank, Isabella had no hope of paying the rent or putting her younger brother through school.

She headed home, her head spinning with the responsibilities weighing on her.

With her benefactor dead, she had no one left to support her. The Hart family would pay her only $250 if she continued to save for them.

But $250 was barely enough to feed herself, pay the rent, or put her younger brother through school.

Standing outside her apartment, Isabella took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

It opened to reveal a cute sixteen-year-old boy wearing a shirt and trousers.

“I’m home, Rash,” Isabella said, forcing a wide smile. “Here, I brought us dinner.”

She held out a bag of groceries she had bought from the nearby store.

Rash rushed to her and embraced her tightly.

“Big sister!” he called excitedly. “Welcome home. It’s been lonely without you this week.”

Isabella stroked his hair. Since Evelyn’s death, she hadn’t been home for a while.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you,” Isabella said. “Let’s go inside. Tell me all about school while we make dinner together.”

An hour later, Isabella tucked Rash into bed and returned to her room.

She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

She had just spent her last $250 on groceries.

After tonight, there would be nothing left to eat.

More troubling was the fact that they hadn’t paid the homeowner in months. Their rent was long overdue.

Isabella gritted her teeth as she thought about how the Hart family had abandoned her.

She sat up, her rage boiling over. If she ever got the chance, she would make each of them regret treating her like trash.

Just then, she received a text message on her small phone.

Isabella stared at the screen as she opened it.

It contained the details and password for her Forex trading account.

Isabella recalled Evelyn mentioning that the account was funded with $15,000.

This was all they had left her after she lost the White Mansion to Alessandro in the divorce settlement.

Unfortunately, the Forex market has been awful for the past three years. There was hardly any money to be made from trading these days.

Isabella sighed. “This is better than nothing.”

Rash still had a laptop Evelyn had given him years ago. Isabella retrieved it from the living room and turned it on.

Fortunately, the Wi-Fi was free in this part of town, so Isabella could log in to her Forex trading account without any trouble.

When the site’s interface appeared, Isabella’s eyes widened.

$10,000,000.

“What the?” she muttered, rubbing her eyes to make sure she was seeing clearly. “How am I seeing $10 million instead of $10,000?”

The amount was still there, staring back at her.

“No way,” Isabella said, her jaw dropping. “It can’t be.”

She refreshed the page over and over, thinking there was a glitch somewhere, but the amount remained.

$10,000,000.

Isabella scrolled through the transaction history. To her shock, she discovered the amount had been there a month before Evelyn’s death.

Isabella sat back, her jaw hanging open.

Her mind drifted back to her senior year in college, before she dropped out because Evelyn’s illness had worsened.

She had been friends with a self-proclaimed Forex guru named Mathew.

Mathew had a knack for reading the market like a book. Everyone ridiculed him, claiming he couldn’t make real money from Forex.

But Isabella followed Mathew everywhere.

She spent countless hours absorbing everything he taught her about Forex trading: strategies, risk management, patterns, and timing.

After Evelyn’s illness worsened, Isabella had to leave college to care for her. But she had learned more about Forex than anyone could imagine.

She shared her experiences with Evelyn during their late-night talks. Evelyn used to tease her about her ambition.

Isabella never thought Evelyn had been making arrangements behind her back to prepare this account for her to trade with.

Evelyn had believed in her more than anyone else.

Still, the Forex trading account seemed too good to be true.

“There’s no way Madam Evelyn could entrust me with all that money to trade with,” Isabella said, her throat tightening. “Ten million dollars is a lot of money. No one is foolish enough to risk putting all that money into Forex for a beginner to trade with.”

Isabella rubbed her temples as she studied the screen.

“My suspicion is correct. This is a demo account,” she concluded. “It’s the only logical explanation. Madam Evelyn may have been generous, but she wasn’t foolish enough to fund a $10 million account for me to trade with.”

The more Isabella thought about it, the more convinced she became that Evelyn had created a simulation account to test and hone her skills.

The money in a demo account wasn’t real.

Isabella could carry out her strategies without taking any risks, so any profits or losses wouldn’t affect her actual finances. The Forex market wasn’t what it used to be. Many people had given up on it a long time ago.

“I guess I’ll give it a try and make my first trade,” Isabella said. “I still have all the knowledge and strategies I learned from Mathew. Even if it’s a demo account, I’ll give it my all.”

With renewed determination, Isabella opened the chart and started analyzing it.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through her as she executed her first trade like a seasoned trader.

Isabella got so caught up in the moment that she didn’t realize when she had traded the entire $10 million, every penny.

Since it was a demo account, it wouldn’t matter.

Isabella’s apartment was quiet, except for the soft hum of the laptop and the rustling curtains as a breeze passed through the window.

Isabella lay slumped over the small wooden table, her head resting on her folded arms.

For two days, she had deprived herself of sleep after Evelyn’s funeral. Exhaustion took its toll, and she drifted into a deep sleep without realizing it.

The laptop was still on, with charts and candlesticks flickering across the screen.

Suddenly, at the stroke of midnight, magic happened.

Hundreds of notifications began popping up on the screen.

Isabella’s trade took off in a way that defied all logic, with profits soaring to an unimaginable scale.

She was earning billions of dollars per second.

After the first second, she had earned $10.42 billion.

After a minute, she had made $625 billion.

After an hour, Isabella had made over $375 Trillion.

Isabella continued to sleep, unaware that her laptop was

Overflowing with unimaginable wealth.

Then, a notification appeared across the screen:

ACCOUNT SECURITY ALERT: A NEW DEVICE HAS JUST LOGGED IN.