Crazy Rich Novels & Stories

Theresa grumbled irritably. Edna only muttered a little in response to Theresa's words and didn't seem to want to say too much. Hearing the name of the giant company mentioned, made Edna have to remember that man again. Huh... this is really annoying, she can't seem to get out of the scope of Acelon a little, because even though she has lived in France, in a city very far from Acelon, but the things related to that man were always follow her. Like the branch of the company, or the property of the man, and the assortment of knick-knacks on behalf of Acelon Grishold can always be found anywhere, in the world! No wonder Acelon is not only famous as a lady killer, but he is also known as the ric

Adam Bella "Wait… you mean David Copperfield?" I whispered, as if saying it louder would somehow make this even crazier. "The CEO of the Copperfield Group?" Cynthia smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes, like she was in on a secret the rest of the world didn’t know. "Yes, him." The floor seemed to drop out from under me. David Copperfield. The man who could make or break industries with a phone call. The one who built an empire from nothing. I suddenly felt very, very small.

She muttered as she stormed out of the room. Chris let out another heavy sigh. He didn't even care about her leaving. She would go back to him anyway because he was rich. But Cara... That was the problem with her wasn't it? She was with a richer guy so chances of her going back to him was very low. How could he make his name known farther and wider than the Armani already were? There was quite a list in front of him if he was going to achieve that goal. His family were billionaires, wealthy people. But in comparison, he had about two billion dollars while the poorest of Romeo's friends had about forty billion.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

**** Hyacinth **** I tried hard to control myself from eating a lot or overeating. But everyone at the table didn’t mind what they ate. All of them mentioned that they mostly forgot about eating because of their busy schedules. They are millionaires… probably billionaires—but they still work so hard for their careers. But they mentioned that Raven was the richest among them. He invested in each of their companies, helping their company boost. “When will we have another party?” Kelly asked. “This is fun, just us on a table. But some dancing would do.”

You can just shorten the time you sleep like a pig. "It seems that it is a bit unreasonable to block your last chance to enter the company." "Are you twenty-nine this year?"

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

The one responsible, the influencer claiming to be the Stone heiress, was smiling brightly at the camera like she was having the time of her life. "Guys! This is today's lucky winner!" The livestream chat was flying by. [Holy crap, the heiress is savage! This guy's ridiculously hot, but even he has to bow to money!] [Guess this is how the rich keep themselves entertained!] Ethan took a slow breath. Those hands that usually signed billion-dollar deals were now gripping the bucket handle so tightly that they turned white at the knuckles. I stood off to the side, holding back laughter so hard that my stomach hurt.

For the next few days, Regina reveled in luxury and privilege, lifted so high she seemed untouchable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me, too. Until one day, during a livestream, world-renowned billionaire Cyril Mallet made a staggering wager of hundreds of billions, all just for three rounds of cards with Regina. The whole world erupted in shock. "Wait, that's the richest man who controls tens of thousands of mines! He's actually asking to bet with the incredibly lucky Regina Wade?"

“Yes, I’m here. I definitely agree with you. Do you think there’s a possibility they might have also chosen the model?” “Oh my…I never really thought about that and now that you’ve mentioned, I believe there’s a high chance of it.” I shake my head, wondering just who this crazy person is and I decide to ask. “Do you have any idea who this insanely rich person might be?” I ask, trying to think of someone who could make such financial mistakes.