Novel & Cerita Fake Rich Vs Real Rich

The moment I stepped out, James stood up, plastering a fawning smile across his face. "Rena, are you okay? I should've taught my son better. I'm sorry you had to go through this." His wife chimed in, just as insincere. "Yes, Rena. Daniel's spoiled, but I know you're kind-hearted. Please forgive him." I looked at them, their fake smiles twisting in my mind, and a hollow laugh escaped my lips.

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

Shameless. Top comment 3: Sis, how are you finding so many gorgeous men to appear in your video?”. Rosy read the third comment and casually replied, “ Because I'm rich “. She didn't think much of it until the next morning, when the entire internet exploded. She expected to go viral. What she didn't expect was to get dragged across every platform just for being honest. But what could she say? But actually she didn't really come from a rich family but her ex being wealthy was true. The internet was furious and loud. “She's obviously faking it!Real rich people are low-key, only wannabes show off like this!”

“I’m worried about ROMAN. He’s going to look at that purchase and think you bought a private island.” Elena shrugged. “I could. But the one I want isn’t for sale yet.” Jace slapped his forehead. “Elena. Elena. Elena. This is not normal rich behavior. You didn’t just swipe a credit card… you swallowed his entire financial peace of mind.” “He’ll live.” “WILL HE??” She gave him the driest look. “Jace. I’m rich.” “I know you’re rich,” he said, hands flailing. “But Roman’s rich is different rich. His rich has spreadsheets. Charts. Men in suits. Stock markets. Conferences. He’s going to see that ninety seven million hole and think you bought a tank.”

There was no photo of him on the site, which explained why I hadn't recognized him immediately. I printed out everything I could find about Fernandez Real Estate and rushed back to the hotel to show Bernard. "Look at this," I said, spreading the papers across the bed. "Richmond Fernandez is worth over two billion dollars. Two billion, Bernard!" Bernard's mouth fell open as he read through the information. "This can't be the same guy. Why would a billionaire pretend to be a restaurant worker?" "Because he's playing some kind of sick game," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "He's probably married, or maybe he just gets off on deceiving women. Either way, Vanya has no idea who she's really d

“You can’t tell rich from richer until you learn how to tell fake from real.” “I know the difference,” I said proudly, tossing my braid over my shoulder. He gave me a look that said you think you know, but you don’t. Then he reached into the glass case and pulled out two diamond necklaces, holding one in each hand. “Which one’s real?” he asked. I squinted at them. They both sparkled under the light, both heavy-looking, both shining like bottled sunshine. I pointed to the one on the right. “That one.”

“Not only do they have money, but they are also cute as fuck; you thinking what I'm thinking?” “No way!” I yelled disgustingly and shrugged her hands off my shoulder. “God, it's like me walking into a dating site and, you know, picking someone who's just as rich as my dad or close to my dad.” “Or even far,” I added with a frown. Well, there's this level of wealth that once you ascertain, even people who possess one-quarter of what you have could also be referred to as billionaires; that was exactly what I was saying. “There's a difference between them,” Jane argued with her hands now on her waist. “You meet them in person and they'll make a first impression.”

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

“very high profile, my partners, investors, media presence will all be present.” “And what does that have to do with anything?” I ask. “And,” he says, his voice lower now, “appearances matter.” And there it is was, the truth finally. This had nothing to do with us or us being family it was about his public image. And suddenly, the shared suite, the private jet, the assumptions from staff, the word family being repeated over and over it all starts to make a different kind of sense. He doesn’t need Paige, he needs the illusion of a wife, a wife that fits his image, he needed to seem like a stable family man.

It wouldn't be changed to mine until he fully retired later this year. Seeing my hesitation, Nicholas turned back to the staff. "Let me tell you something. This woman missed the chance to become my wife because she failed my test. Poor people will always be poor—greedy and short-sighted. Even when a massive opportunity falls into their hands, they still can't hold on to it." Since I had arrived early, none of the true power players had shown up yet. Most of the people present were ranked near the bottom of the Fortune List. Some who recognized Nicholas began to laugh along.