Filthy Rich Novel Novels & Stories

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth. Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

His eyes roamed over my ruined body with dark satisfaction. “Morning, island whore,” he said with a smirk. “You look exactly how I want you, dripping and ready for more.” Before I could respond, the other five billionaires entered the room, all freshly showered but already hard again. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. “Fuck, she’s still leaking,” one of them, a silver-haired tech mogul named Victor, groaned. “I want her first.” Damien chuckled. “Be my guest. But we’re doing something special today. The Hunt.”

Still, my dirty and betraying mind couldn’t help but pop up an image of him shirtless, like it usually suddenly did since that night, and my cheeks warmed. “And he’s rich. Dante has the two best qualities a man could ever have in the world: he’s hot and he’s filthy rich. He’s a full package, and yet you’re still being just a fool by settling for being just friends.” She gave me a nasty look like I had committed a crime—the worst crime on earth.

“What… what are you talking about?” Clara stepped closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that felt like poison sliding under my skin. “He’s filthy rich. Old money. Power. The kind of man who could buy this entire city twice over.” She paused for effect, eyes gleaming with pure delight. “But he has the mind of a child. Literally. Spoiled, tantrums, needs constant attention. You’re going to be his nanny for the rest of your life, Celine. Wiping drool, soothing meltdowns, smiling through it all while he throws toys or maybe millions at whatever whim strikes him.” Each word landed like a fresh punch to the ribs.

I asked a rich He had nothing to speak Did wealth melt away His every thought Except those of riches I have seen some Thick fat ladies Looking around for Major cars for lift Did wealth serve you health I asked one shy one She had nothing to display Except her gold coin And pearl Wow! what a tragedy my earth is on face Running after money They forget their home place And enter in prostitutes For life's dirty play Kids spoilt by the love for money What a cat race Who is divine Real in place Is it wealthy temple Or god in babies Size again I will not run after money

Ah, this is the best retirement life she could’ve ever asked for, the woman thought. After years of constantly glancing over her shoulder, keeping her guard up, and longing for someone, finally, it’s all over. To live a life of languid and slow-living. To live without any reservations and … to have an entire island to yourself. What else could she ask for? They need not work for another day in their life by using up all of the dirty Rios fortune stored in an underground safe. Had she been a little more righteous, she would have opposed using dirty money. But dirty money is still money. Even her own money was dirty. And who would refuse a lethargic lifestyle after fighting for their life ever

He smirked again, I swallowed hard, and my mouth and lips suddenly became dried. “And I'm grateful for that,” I said, but I am concerned about when the money gets into my account. I took the pen lying still on the table to sign and I did. It was too fast. I didn't want to think about it. After tomorrow morning, I will be 500,000 dollars rich! Damn! I can already taste it. “Come” Oh my God! It has begun! Aiden’s POV

As it was already fully-furnished, cleaned up nicely, and free of the stench of fresh paints, Zayn could live in it right away—just the sort of residence he needed right now. ... “All right, Fifi. How did that man do it? How did he become so rich that he could just bag a villa worth more than 6 million without blinking an eye?” Ruby had wasted no time interrogating Faye as soon as they got home. The revelation had left too stinging an impression on the woman’s mind—she would have never, not even in her dream, humor the idea of her useless, sorry excuse of a son-in-law to be so dummy rich one day.