Fake Rich Vs Real Rich の小説・ストーリー

"Just g****e Peyton - Nashville, and you'll find out that they are as rich as you! You're overconfident!" "No, they're not! Jeez Rach, have you ever read Forbes or any other economy magazine? How could you compare me to the Peytons!" replied Nicholas, he typed on his cell phone and showed it to Rachel. "I'm listed in the US 100 richest people. I don't see Peyton's name here! Are you still denying it?" Rachel gulped. She was quite surprised at what she saw. "For real?" Suddenly, her parents entered the room, Rachel and Nicholas stared at each other, communicating through their eyes. They knew they had to act like a sweet couple in order to make Rachel's parents believe in them. Rachel hurried

“And he is filthy rich. Did you know that he was recently declared the wealthiest and most handsome young man in Mexico’s Newtime Magazine?” The other girl gaped in awe. Lily was also shocked. She honestly had no idea about the man she was marrying, and if Lily was a social media freak, maybe she would know popular details like these, but Lily did not even own any social media accounts. “Ugh, Ashley is so lucky! Gosh, I would be if I woke up as Christopher Bridger’s wife. Damn, he is so hot, powerful and without a single drama or scandal,” the second girl cooed.

Passersby kept shooting me shocked looks. "Isn't that Mr. Sinclair? Why's he making a girl wash his car?" "Shh, that's his fiancee, the Ashford heiress." "Do rich people get off on this kind of thing these days? An heiress washing a car?" I tuned them all out. My head was full of nothing but my paycheck. Fifteen grand a month. That's five hundred a day. And one car wash nets me an extra thirty on the side. Beats waiting tables at a fast-food joint, right?

Keyboard Overkill

"Why are you so excited?" Lorraine blinked. "I mean... if you’re pretending longer, maybe something real could come out of it?" Alina let out a slow breath and motioned for Lorraine to come closer. Lorraine leaned in. "There’s a reason I agreed to this whole thing," Alina whispered. "Aiden doesn’t like women." Lorraine’s smile faded. "Come on. Why would you think that?" "Think about it," Alina said, sitting upright. “He’s rich, insanely well-known. But no scandals, no exes, no random tabloid sightings with women, nothing. He’s never seen with them because he’s not into them. He swings the other way ”

"Justin! Are you alright?" The worry and concern in Irene's eyes looked very real, but I couldn't afford to risk believing her again. I pushed her hand aside. "You lied to me and made me look pathetic. It must have been really fun for you, Ms. Swensen," I said through gritted teeth. "What was all that about paying back your father's debts? Your dead parents? Your abducted sister? "They're all fake, aren't they? You're filthy rich. What's the point of lying to someone as poor as a church mouse like me?"

Liam slowly opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings before looking up at his captors. "You won't get away with this," Liam's voice trailed off, eliciting laughter from the boss, despite his face being concealed. "Oh, Liam Scott, the self-made billionaire who has everything in life - a mansion, cars, companies, wealth, fame," the boss began, pacing around Liam. "But there is one thing Liam Scott doesn't have," the boss said, making Liam frown. "Can anyone tell me what Liam Scott doesn't have?" He asked his men, who glanced at each other nervously.

the reporter continued. "Because Mr. Foster is far too rich, and one and a half billion dollars means nothing to him." The reporters did not know what to say. "If any one of you wants to become rich overnight, all you need to do is lie to him. He's easily fooled."

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.

It was clear there was something that occurred right after her leave and that happened to be the cause behind his annoyance. “They— are not the real clients. But the proxies appointed by them. The real clients are on their way to come. They just sent the proxies to make sure we are fit for their investment! Like are you kidding me? They successfully wasted our time like this.” He flared his nose looking at the man in the front engrossed with his mistresses on either side. The other man who has attended this meet with the other man, sat attacking the grilled chicken in his place giving no fuck to the reason they were present there for. Lol.