Fake Rich Vs Real Rich の小説・ストーリー

-Good day, My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would

"I think I will not be taking over the company anymore. The PI I sent to investigate the company got back to me and he said some surprising things. Can you imagine that company too is on the verge of bankruptcy, everyone is just pretending.” In the world of the wealthy I have seen that most of them are full of pretenders. Old money who can't believe they've lost their money and pretend they still have it. It was laughable to be honest, because if I had not been in this world I wouldn't have guessed that most of the wealth they flash around is fake. June was an example, her family was struggling and she had pretended for so long and now this family friend of hers was the same.

A major corporation with thousands of employees, a real estate business with an annual increase in value, and other assets that made Darren one of the most regarded young businessmen. "Wow." After reading the information about Darren, Vivi could only say one word. It was hard for her to believe that there were people in this world with wealth that seemed impossible, like Darren, and people who were so poor that they had to use contract marriages as a place to live, like her. "But, still..." After admiring Darren's wealth, Vivi returned her gaze to him. "How can you play such cruel tricks on others just because you're wealthy?" Darren laughed at Vivi's words. Even though he boasted about hims

I was really hopping that we would make friends there and meet other rich people. Although my family were rich, our family weren’t friends with the “rich” people. Rich people like the billionaires and those who were invited to this kind of party that Pietro and I will be attending, holds themselves in a different level from us. If there are rich people, then there are also the rich rich people. There are people who calls themselves “old money” and people who are considered the Nouveau Rich. You can’t be rich just because you have money. Where your money comes from, your reputation and your connections are also important.

He pulled me closer and his dick poked me harder. "Let's stay like this for a while?" He whispered and I nodded to it. "Henry?" I called after a brief silence. "What do you think my dad has to do with your family?" I asked him and he paused. He stared into space in thoughts as I anticipated a reply. "I mean we're poor and we couldn't have had anything to do together" I told him and he exhaled. Suddenly, he turned to me wide-eyed, "you're poor Camila? You shouldn't be able to afford the houses in this environment then" he said and I sat up immediately.

I bowed a little and I watched them moved their gaze away from me. Before I know what was going on, I had once again picked up the phone from the floor and continue checking the bank app. If not for my environment, I would have scream a little louder than before. The bank accounts in the phone was stocked with hard currencies. Looking at the phone and waving it blindly I continued to muse within myself that today is indeed my best day ever. “How could someone be this rich?” I marvelled at the amount that was displayed on the phone screen.

Lizzy said. "Nope." I took the Chimichanga and took a bit. Yeah Lizzy was right, it tasted different from the one I made. "Jason is such a weird freak." Lizzy said suddenly. Lora nodded. "Totally. I wonder the kind of girls he is into. He is a play boy and also rich, I don't blame him if his standards are super hot models, actresses and......." "You guys should stop talking about Jason." I said. "It non of our business if his type are high class ladies or he is a play boy and doesn't want to have any special relationship with any lady."

Unexpectedly, his remark was heard by two rich women who were viewing other unit models not far away. One of the rich women looked at Diane and immediately laughed. "Some kids like to act rich and pretend as if they have lots of money even when they have none. They buy fakes because they can't afford genuine ones, and they still have the gall to say that they aren't short of money." Another rich woman next to her smiled and said, "Exactly! They love showing off, but even if they buy fakes to show off, they should at least try to avoid getting those that are so obviously fake!"

"And you agreed?" Amelia stopped making coffee and looked directly into her friend's eyes. "How can you ask me that? Of course I didn't accept! I don't even know if he's a real millionaire, I'm not going to get into fraud, Fatima". "That car he was driving is from this year, Amelia, he's not a pauper". "And what do you want me to do with that information? Fatima, who in their right mind chases a person down the street just to desperately ask her to be his fake wife? For heaven's sake!"

"Well, I know you already know, but I was actually born from a poor family. A family who can't even afford to pay their monthly rent. If you still don't know yet, the reason why I actually agreed on having a fake relationship with your boss is because I needed the money. I needed it to be able to pay my family's debts." "I-I already know about that, ma'am. You see, my boss tends to tell me everything that he does. That is why I value his trust so much." I nodded. Oh well, of course he knows it. "Maybe that's just how poor people live. We don't have the right to enjoy life unless we make something for the fortunate ones."