F-rank Fortune Hunter Novels & Stories

The one-word headline: "GOLDDIGGER." He was no longer Davidson Ekon. He was a symbol. To some, he was the face of predatory ambition, the manifestation of all that is feared about the young, handsome interloper who seduces his way into a fortune. He was a cautionary tale, a latter-day Becky Sharp, his story whispered at country club lunches and in boardroom anterooms as the ultimate "what not to do."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but there was something almost crazed about her. "You didn't do anything wrong! I'm the one who messed up! I was an idiot for falling for a loser like you! Back then, I got blinded by your so-called thoughtfulness and those little favors you kept doing for me! "Look at you! All you do is drag yourself to that crappy job every day! Does it even offer you a future or any status? "Do you have any idea how little you make in a month? Do you know how many people want to set me up with guys? They're all either rich or have respectable jobs. Every single one of them is better than you!

I volunteered for the company's most challenging project. Six months later, the project finished successfully, and my excellent performance earned me a promotion to regional director. My salary doubled. However, instead of desperately saving money to impress someone, I learned to spend it on myself and my parents. Six months after that, I met Wren Calder on a hiking trip organized by friends. She was an elementary school teacher with a gentle, quiet demeanor. When she smiled, her whole face lit up. She didn't care that I was divorced or whether I drove a luxury car or wore expensive watches. When she heard what I had been through, she simply took my hand with tears in her eyes.

I sat down and opened my laptop, typing Christian's name. "Wealthy billionaire..." I scoffed, seeing the headlines about him. Billionaire? Those money were from all the other ladies he had stolen from and me. Lots of lives lost to him... and I was the only one who actually lived to see it today. That should be seen as a freaking blessing. I went to his I*******m....Wow. He now had twenty-six million followers, he didn't have half of this before. I decided to stalk his photos and leave comments and likes to fish him out, and as expected...

"How dare he be! He doesn't know who I am! I'm Graham Peyton, the richest man in Nashville!" Impatient to hear Tom's father babble, Rachel grabbed her father's cell phone and shouted, "Just so you know, the man I'm going to marry. His name is Nicholas Anthony, and he's listed as the tenth-richest person in the United States by Forbes magazine! And one more thing you should know, I'm not for sale!" she pressed the red button on her father's cell phone, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She turned to Nicholas and found him smiling at her. Whether it was a mocking smile or something, it was clear that that day she was very grateful to him. At least she didn't have to marry Tom Peyton the lol

the new boss snapped at me. Seriously this dude got anger issues,or is he just naturally mean. I stared at him ,scared of my fellow man's visuals. "You will regret it if you don't get her back in your team sir". "You know who I am?" "Words 9th richest under 30 ,the owner of F&F fashion brand,the giant icons,you have branches all over the world, yes and I am a fan". "I am impressed,but you just described the little you know, next time you talk to me,keep it low ,just like you".

small woman, but she was quick. She swiftly laid out all of the gowns for my inspection before turning to curtsy to me. "Um, do you by chance have any jeans and t-shirts instead?" I asked, "I'm not really a gown kind of gal unless I have to be." "Oh!", she squeaked, "Of course your highness. Apologies for the assumption, but we thought with you being a Royal that you would prefer a gown. I'll fetch some more casual options!" Before I could say anything else, she had left the suite and returned once again loaded down with clothing. This time she had come with several pairs of jeans and an assortment of t-shits and sweaters. "What's your name?" I asked as she laid my new load of selections ou

Soundtrack: (Memories by Maroon5)🎵🎶 Three months later... The butler who stood at the entrance to the Bestman inc. Handed him his fur coat efficiently as he sighted his boss's son stepping out of the elevator with some of the company workers, they were all engulfed in their deep conversations that they didn't notice anyone else around.

He pulled at his collar as he continued grumbling. “Oh, hush,” she said. “You need to straighten up and be seen doing business if you are to get a woman to take you seriously as a long-term companion.” She cleared her throat and whispered, “Especially, if that woman is Jessica. She has spent fourteen years married to a prominent DC attorney with a potential political future. She’ll turn her nose up at a billionaire playboy who lives off his money, drinks excessively, and screws every woman he meets.”

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.