Don T Marry Rich Be Rich Novels & Stories

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?

“She’s got beauty, brains, and a powerhouse background. She could have any man she wants. Why would she settle for him?” “Just another over-the-hill loser daydreaming. Someone wake him up!” Sure, I was not as handsome as a movie star, but I was definitely not whatever they were trying to make me out to be. Honestly, the world really did favor the rich. “You know what?” I said. “Even if you begged, I still wouldn’t marry you. Go home and tell your mom I’m not interested.”

"My curiosity is piqued. Mr. Richards and Mrs. Richards have always been madly in love. I never expected that Mr. Richards would be seduced by Liya in such a short time. Look at how things are right now. Ms. Murphy might even be forced to sign the divorce papers. Men are really unreliable." "Thinking about it, I'm truly disappointed. I heard that Mr. Richards once begged Ms. Murphy to return. He spent 500 million dollars on their wedding ceremony. Their love for each other made me believe in true love again and all of us were envious of Mrs. Richards. Look how things had turned out. I'm not going to believe in true love again." "In conclusion, a woman should never marry a wealthy man. It may

“You have no right to look down on me when you were born rich. “What’s wrong with me marrying into the rich? You were born rich, true, but that money corrupted you to the very core. How could you have the gall to say that I’m greedy? “Besides, even though you were rich, I still won against you.”

“My first love. We spoke, and I discovered he was divorced. I thought it was finally my chance.” “But Mother, you’re married,” I pointed out. “You don’t understand.” She tapped my forehead lightly. “I loved him so much back in school. But I came from a poor family, and he came from wealth. We weren’t compatible then.” “What about now? We’re still—” “We’re not poor anymore,” she corrected sharply. “I married Richard, the richest man in the country. With his money and status, I thought I could finally have my first love. But...”

Something which could force me to meeting my prospective millionare groom. Millionaire rich brat, possibly he would be a worn out tired old soul, with no excitement towards life. His face must have been dulled and drown due to all those busy years working for nothing but just dollars. His heart must be yearning for nothing more than more and more dollars. Why should I even meet a person like this? Why should I consider him, marry him just for his riches. And after all why has he sent this marriage proposal to me? Why does he want to marry me? He must look for someone form upper higher class, possibly someone who could match his stardom, riches, standard.

As soon as the car drove away, Maria and Bea ran out of their room, excitement written all over their faces. “It’s happening,” Maria said happily, placing her palms over her cheeks. Bea placed an arm around my shoulder, brimming with joy as well. “What’s happening?” “You, my friend, will be our ticket out of poverty.” “Shut up,” Bea said. “Nonsense. We’re just happy that you’re about to bag Mr. Moneybags. It’s like in the movies. Rich guy falls in love with poor girl who pretends not to be in love with him. I love how you’re playing hard to get to make him step up, but don’t overdo it. This is real life not a movie. Men have short attention spans so he might lose interest if you play too muc

His face turned red, and his breaths became haggard, fierce veins were beginning to make way to his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He was tired! Tired of what they called marriage. He was exhausted from being in a trap that was nothing close to happiness. He was a sad man, a depressed and unhappy married billionaire. Richard owned the largest bank in Southern California. Apart from that, he had other business establishments in some parts of the United States. He also owned a large winery, had shares in other top companies and made investments worth billions. No doubt, he was a young, rich, handsome, and successful man.

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