Crazy Rich Asian Novels & Stories

This cute lady was ruffled at the waist with her eyes fixed on the door. "Damn Mendez! If I hadn't bought that private jet your company produced, you would have gone bankrupt!" Feli cursed. Shortly after, she hit herself on the head. "What was I thinking?! Idiot! His company is so big, he definitely won't lose money just because one person canceled the purchase of the private jet he produced. Arrrhhhhggg!!! I'm really going to go crazy soon! I hope this mission is over soon before I go completely insane in this country!" Feli walked over to pick up the cloth she had thrown while grumbling.

Liam groaned without budging from his position. “The crazy dude who looks like he’s high is Zidane. The one who looks like he doesn’t give damn care in the world is David. The woman who looks like she could take down ten men twice her size is Janet. The dorky and smiley guy is her husband, Roy. The last one who looks like a handsome and billionaire CEO in every romance novel known is Ashton,” Anita said while pointing to them one by one. “Your description is always on point, girl,” Ashton chuckled.

"I'm not scared. I came here to make money." Jade let out a soft laugh, a flicker of approval in her eyes. "Just a heads-up. These rich bastards can be real freaks. It's not all champagne and roses. Word is, some woman got played to death last week. It was a mess—her insides were practically on the outside." My stomach dropped. I couldn't tell if she was exaggerating to scare me, but it sounded horrifying. Especially here, in this long corridor with dim lights throwing dappled shadows on the walls, her voice sounded like it was drifting in from somewhere far away.

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

Mia flopped next to me and Ethan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. “So Rafael Moretti,” Mia started, poking my side. I groaned. I thought I had escaped this for now. “I googled him,” Ethan added. “Dude’s net worth has like ten zeros.” “Why does everyone talk about money anytime his name comes up?” “Fine. We won’t talk about money. You show up on articles, holding the hand of a billionaire and you think we’ll let it slide?” “I was going to tell you guys in person. Like normal people.”

“All right then.” “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I hang up with a sigh, and call Rosa. “About bloody time,” she says. “How’s it going?” “I don’t know.” “What does that mean?” “I guess I’m just confused about everything.” “Well, I’d be confused too if I ended up in the bed of one of the richest men in the world. I can’t believe you told me his name was Nikolai Something or other, when he is Nikolai Smirnov, a fully paid up member of the Russian billionaire club.”

Her eyes glanced at her diamond watch to check what time it was, and she realized that her company was already fifteen minutes behind as her fingers began to drum a slow, impatient rhythm against her luxury handbag. About five minutes later, a shadow fell over the table, and Sasha realized that he had arrived just from the overpowering, sweet cologne that permeated the air just from his presence. He was undeniably handsome and was an Asian man with sharp, aristocratic features, dressed in a tailored burgundy suit that exuded luxury. His family owned one of the most powerful banking conglomerates in all of Asia, and he had recently been named the CEO of a major financial energy sector. He car

Without another word, I storm out of the lounge, the door slams shut behind me. The moment I reach the lobby, I release the breath I have been holding. “What just happened?” I whisper to myself. Outside the hotel, Sandy jumps to her feet upon seeing me. Her eyes dart behind me. “Well?” she grins excitedly. “Where is he?” She follows behind me, “Where is the twenty-three-year-old?” I stop and turn toward her, then say with a completely straight face, “He apparently evolved into a billionaire.” She stares for a while before bursting into laughter. Her laughter dies when I don't laugh with her, “Wait, are you being serious?”

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.