Famous Gold Digger Novels & Stories

Carter. Emilia: Don't let it get to you. Being called a gold digger is practically a rite of passage for wives of rich husbands. It means you've arrived, darling! Me: Great. Do I get a membership card to the Gold Diggers Club? Emilia: It's platinum, actually. Very exclusive. Comes with a complimentary shovel. I laughed out loud at that one, feeling some of the tension from the day dissipate. Emilia always knew how to cheer me up.

Here, instead of staying with a girl, he wanted to make fun of me? He said, "Miss Adriana, you have really messed up now. Don't blame us to be merciless. You don't know the power of the media. You would suffer a lot!" He left with his men. I was disturbed very much. Just today, so many things happened to me. ....... Next day. I woke up with the news headline, "Gold digger wants money from victim CEO Sabastian Green!" GOLD DIGGER? I checked my mobile phone and started searching the current news. Everywhere, it was written, 'GOLD DIGGER wants money from the Sabastian Green!'

I was shocked by Michele's brazenness, especially going so far as to humiliate me in public. "Ha! A woman like you, clinging to whatever beauty you have left, throwing yourself at any man with money and power. Isn't that exactly what you are? A gold digger?" Michele's fingers intertwined as she leaned forward, her elbows on the table and her chin resting on her knuckles. She glared at me, her rosy lips moving with a sharp, cutting tone as she commented, "There's 10 million in this card. No matter how skilled you are at making money, you'd never earn this much on your own, even if you sleep with countless men."

“I'm not surprised. She didn't drug the billionaire and slept with him months ago.” “She's a despicable wrench. I doubt she can act.” “Nah, she can. She acted her way into the first scandal and barely months after she's doing another. Can Lucy just sit her damn ass down?” “I don't think she's that bad.” “Trixie, shut up. If you want to kiss her ass then that's fine. Back to the topic. Maybe we should do a hashtag. #Gold digger billionaire wife.” Another replied. “Yeah, I like that. Let's make her famous before the movie airs.”

“Around that time, I had risen quickly in the company and was rubbing elbows with the high-end and elite. It seemed like all the men had a trophy-wife, half their age, who didn’t have a clue about anything but spending money. One of those bastards suddenly died in a car wreck, leaving his eye candy and nothing of his estate. She took the family to court for a piece of the pie. The media painted her as a gold digger who purposely ruined a family to marry the husband and father of six children. She got a small amount of money in the end. But nothing close to the millions she was asking for. She disappeared from society for a while, then popped back into the media when she married some milliona

"I'm good, thank you for having me." "Of course. Now, everybody knows Shay here but for those of you who don't know, Shay-Lina Falcon is the youngest daughter of Shaden Falcon. Yes, you've heard that right folks. The Shaden Falcon, one of the top successful billionaire in the world. Her family is the most well-known wealthiest family here in San Francisco and probably around the whole world too. She's also known as our Golden Girl because Shay here, is rated to be one of the most beautiful and richest daughter of a billionaire in many popular magazines all over the world. Tell us, how do you feel about that?" She directly asked me again. "Um, well...it's overwhelming sometimes and I'm not re

I questioned her, asking why she was even phoning. "How dare you ask me that question? Serene, I have always known you are a gold digger, which is why you requested the money after declining it." She answered with a harsh tone. "I am not in the mood for your nonsense, I don't even think you are in your right mind, just leave me alone; if you know I am a gold digger, let it be OK," I said. "Exactly, that is all I needed to establish that you are a gold digger; you should be grateful Diego even offered you that money; without me, you would still be in the dirt," she stated before continuing. I heard Diego call her and I overheard him.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I lift my head from the pillow before staring at the bright white threads. "Winter." I scrunch up my face in concentration, trying to come up with a solution. Am I a gold digger? Oh my God, I'm a gold digger! He bought steak and I friggin ate it! Wagyu is friggin expensive! I took money! I took his friggin money!! I'm a fucking gold digger! "Winter." I need to leave. We need to talk about this now. I'm not going to be a gold digger, even unintentionally. How much do I owe him? Probably at least $100.

ADELINE The phone slipped from my grip but I could care less what happened to it. There was no coming back from this. There might have been a glimmer of hope if I was some famous celebrity who could flip over scandals with one press conference, but I wasn’t. I was Adeline, a mere gold digging commoner whose father had too much of a gambling addiction to be anything but a bum. Elena Archer’s exact words, not mine.

I headed toward the van I rode in earlier, not intending to engage but of course, Feurene couldn’t help herself. "I really didn’t know some women could fake being all sweet and innocent, only to turn out to be pros at fucking rich guys just to climb the ladder or bleed them dry," she said, her voice laced with venom. “In short? A user. A goddamn gold digger,” she added with a bitter smirk. I stopped and turned. Looked her straight in the eye.