Novel & Cerita Fake Rich Vs Real Rich

He had to rush back to livestream with his side chick! [Scumbag! He spends 240,000 dollars a day on a mistress while his girlfriend earned 130,000dollars over five years and handed it all to him!] Trending videos multiplied. Marketing accounts piled on. Anya's entire profile was unearthed and exposed piece by piece.

“Luna, you just walked right into that one, didn’t you?” “The real rich girl is here now. It’s time for you, the fake one, to go.”

His cold nose ghosted on the skin behind my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. Luke chose to live in a condo because it was less trouble, and Royal chose to live in a mansion to show all the wealth he’s got. Well, dang. The gap between the born rich and the made-rich couldn't widen further! “I wouldn’t turn down the offer to live in one of your houses. Just so you know.” I teased gripping his hands to mine. I probably sounded like a money-hungry bitch right now. But the numbers and words were making me dizzy.

"It’s true. It’s all true. We’ve been living on credit for three years. Every vacation, every 'organic' gala, every pair of shoes—it was all fake. We just wanted to fit in. We just wanted to be like the rest of you." She looked at the other houses on the street—the Vances, the Hendersons, the Sarahs. "You think we're the only ones? You think Bianca is actually rich? Her husband is a 'consultant' for firms that don't exist. Sarah’s 'inheritance' is a reverse mortgage. We're all faking it, Aria! Every single one of us!" She leaned in, her eyes wild. "The only ones who aren't faking the money are you and Damon. And that’s what makes you the most dangerous people in this zip code. Because we don

“Dude. You really thought the rich girl was gonna run off with the broke scholarship kid?” I turned to glare at him. “Seriously?” He held up his hands. “I’m just saying! Come on, man. Her family owns everything. Yours… doesn’t. Let’s just say that.” “It wasn’t about that,” I snapped. “She wasn’t like them.” “Wasn’t she?” His tone wasn’t cruel—just honest. “Look, I’m not saying she’s fake. I’m saying her world is golden gates and private jets and planned-out futures. Yours is student loans and trying not to lose your mind while working two jobs. You think her parents were ever gonna let her marry someone like you?”

That kind of love is so true and long-lasting. I parked my car inside our massive estate. My parents are indeed filthy rich. Sometimes I forget how rich we are. Being a doctor makes my life so busy, and I have no time to commemorate our wealth. I love my life so far; I was away from truly living my reality—the reality of being surrounded by rich elite people who are based on networks, not characters. A dose of the existence of the rich. I hate it for all people; I wouldn't say I like those fake smiles; fake friendships based on networks made me want to throw up.

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

another answered like someone handed the news to her recently. “But she looks like rich on her designers' stuff," it sounded like a mock. "Anyways, we never know if those are fake," both of them snorted in unison. “If she’s a nobody, it means, she’s like an embodiment of a trashy character only wrap in luxury," she scoffed. "They simply call it gold plated,” they laughed with bitterness in their voice. I was standing near them not able to decipher why they were judging me easily without knowing the truth. The world of riches really plays differently and they cling to that kind of attitude. I shook my head in irritation.

"yeah... I know...I am sorry... It's just that I am pissed with these customers who want a partner from high society... " "these rich people are sick... I tell you.. " she said agreeing with my point of view. "but sweetie every girl wants a billionaire... The life gets so exciting... we can have everything thing on the tip of finger. Don't you think so?" "No.... money doesn't matter, heart does and looks are the part of it...its just that. The richer you are... the far you are from reality.... everyone will be good to you. Extra sweet is more appropriate here but you can never know what feelings or what thinking the person holds for you... They all wear a mask beneath which is their reality.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.