Novel & Cerita Fake Rich Vs Real Rich

Ywain hurriedly replied. “Hahaha. Is he a rich man just because of three thousand dollars? I have seen many more big brothers on a larger live broadcast platform. As soon as they logged in, they would be swiping tens of thousands of dollars just like that, from the very beginning! Those are the true rich tycoons! I think that Felicity is done for this time. It seems as though the other party has a real big brother over there!” Cassandra said as she put down her cell phone.

He shrugged again. I widened my eyes in realization, "no way, you are a singer?" "Well, a rapper, ten million followers on social media but you know, no big deal." He chuckled. "What the fuck? Oh my gosh, what about Five and Jay, those guys some celebrities too?" I had just met two famous people and I hadn't even realized it. "Nah, Five's Anthony's brother, you won't hear much from him, barely speaks. Jay on the other hand, he's a model but he keeps it low key. That bastard is top ten most paid models in the world right now." He told me.

“I want the real thing. I want someone who trusts me and is by my side through the good and bad times. I want someone who can give me the benefit of the doubt and not automatically assume the worst of me. I don’t want to be with someone who is always looking for my faults. Always looking to catch me in a lie.” He was silent for a few minutes. “I can try.” “It isn’t good enough. I want a real marriage. I only realized that recently.” “You knew what I was offering when you agreed to marry me,” he pointed out. “I know. I did, but at some point, I realized I couldn’t be in a fake marriage. That isn’t who I am. I don’t like fake anything. I want honesty, truth, and most importantly, trust and loy

Frank was right—everyone here was either rich or important, so why would any of them willingly buy a fake? Forget one million—none of them would even buy it for a hundred bucks!

Mathew said. "Is her previous husband's name Rich? or just a nickname?" Vincent asked once again. "Although it's a nickname because of how pretty and wealthy he was, making people call him that as someone who is 'Rich both in looks and money' but his real name is Richard" Mathew said. "What's the difference?" Vincent said slightly irritated from how ridiculously detailed Mathew was sounding. Mathew could only chuckle. "Why do you seem interested? Something you rarely do?" he asked Vincent, but the younger male didn't bother to respond, his gaze going back to Grace's figure on the stage as a glint passed through his eyes unnoticed.

It was the spelling of that company’s name. Amanda:I think he preys on the innocent. He finds these corporations and swallows them up, then he turns around and ‘makes them better’ for more profit. He’s basically buying and flipping houses, except he’s buying and flipping businesses. It’s kind of heartless and gross.

Asia's POV The flight from New York had been hell. All that echoed in my head was the words Gia said. “Asia dear, you can't attend this wedding, It's for elites only,take this ticket, it's a two days vacation trip to Paris, it'll be worth it sister.” She’d said it with that fake sweet smile, while Mom nodded along like Gia was already the trophy daughter. The daughter who landed a wealthy fiancé. The one who lied straight to everyone’s face and claimed she was an only child.

"Visa Infinite. Mastercard Black. American Express Centurion. None are fake." "Why would they be fake? I'm an exemplary citizen. I pay my taxes. Well, Christopher's accountants pay them." "You are an incubus who assumed the identity of a human heir," he stared at me. "Most supernatural beings use fake identities. Fake documents. Fake cards." "I'm not most." I smiled, a thin smile. "I'm a Rockefeller. Everything is real. Including the golden retriever that hates me." "You have a golden retriever?" asked Reyes, momentarily distracted.

He is a multi-millionaire, investor, and p**n star. She read a lot more about what would become her first client at the Fake Car Company. His achievements and how rich he is. She fell asleep. Frances was surprised because she had just read it in BBR. She did not think that this would immediately open her new job. She is not at a loss. Never. "Thank you for this, Zue," she said with a smile. she felt excited. She was even more excited. After she read the whole information she went to sleep. There was nothing else she wanted to feel that night but the assurance and the day that she would have sex with one of the world's most famous p**n stars.

“Oh come on, at least he’s rich, right? Tall, sharp jawline, terrifying yet handsome? Remember your blind date wish list?” I narrowed my eyes. “You're joking.” “I’m not! He checks every box you gave me: wealthy, brilliant, stupidly good-looking—and now you’re fake-dating him!” "Fake-marrying," I corrected darkly. "There’s a difference. One includes death by corporate scandal." "Harper, you could fall for him. It could be destiny" I could clearly see the sparkle in her eyes. “Riley. If you say the word destiny, I will take this mop and shove it up your—”