Filthy Riches Book Novels & Stories

I was worried, meanwhile he must have slept in one of his girlfriend's places and forgot that he has an office to attend to. Rich people and their prostitute lifestyle. I was told he went to the hospital and I was worried. “He probably slept in one of the clubs in town or in his girlfriend's place. He is a fine man. I doubt the amount of ladies that would throw themselves at him and at every given opportunity . I believe someone like him wouldn’t hesitate to fall for it.” I said and focused on the food that was in front of me. “That is so much of a conclusion on your side, Lucy.”

"Well, what about a book?" "Antonio knows nothing about my situation. I lisd to him okay? I couldn't tell him what I did, and so he thinks he can take me to court if he gets his hands on the signed book that contains the will to my wealth. He thinks our late father had a secret wealth meant for us both, that I've kept to myself the entire time." Ge explained. I thought it made absolutely no sense but I still chose to ignore it. I continued to internally convince myself that he was not a part of my oife, and so I wouldn't commit his words to heart.

I walked to my seat and sat down, I don't talk to anybody in the class except from my friend's, this school is for rich kids and if you're a scholarship student like me they won't want to interact with you so basically rich kids hate poor kids that's how it has always been in Empire High School, it's crazy how I became friends with Jade and the others. I decided to keep myself busy with the new romance book I ordered from Goodnovel app, the name is “After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire” it was a very emotional romance book between Ava and her husband Nicklaus, I just don't know why Ava had to forgive Nicklaus after the heartbreak that he caused her, but sometimes when I think about Ava I thi

Sandros' subordinate alighted from the car and helped him with the door. Sandros placed a foot on the ground before placing the other, “get the stuff.” he ordered, smoothening his crumpled shirt. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up, “Don't waste my time, Matthew.” Matthew jogged, opened up the car trunk, and pulled out the stuff. He held the suitcase protectively, checking left and right as he walked after Sandros. His master, Sandros, should be referred to as the most ruthless man in the whole city. He was cruel, heartless, and most importantly, thirsty for more wealth. He was extremely careful while making deals with people, and once his business partners made

For as long as she could remember, she'd never seen anything like it. Slowly, accompanied by the man from the shotgun of the car, she walked through the door of the house and her breath seemed to seize immediately. Adrian, her ex-husband, was an extremely rich man and his house contained about fifteen bedrooms. But what Lena's eyes stared at was no fifteen bedroom building. What her eyes were taking in was the kind of house king Solomon and his first hundred wives would have lived in; if her exaggeration wasn't so much. It was beautiful, large and the interior decorations screamed luxury and money.

I couldn't say anything in response to Rachel's question, and that indirectly meant I admitted to everything. Rhea’s laughter sliced through me like glass, “See? She can’t even deny it properly.” Rhea tilted her head, her smile widening like a predator circling its prey, “She knew all along. She knew she was born of filth, and instead of embracing it, she wrapped herself in silks and pearls, pretending. All this time, she’s lived a lie. A rich daughter?” Her laughter grew louder, mocking, “More like a desperate fraud.”

I wiped off my tears as feet approached me, I could not be seen crying, I had to remain strong for Stella, anger surged through me as my reflections stared back At me, it seemed to have mocked me. I looked wealthy, and healthy, I was dressed in expensive clothes, my hair cut was nice and well trimmed I had a great body build, I had every single thing any man was to keep up with, everything anyone could wish for, but I was wrong in the end, I had all the riches, I had committed grave crimes I pleaded for, I had done things in the past, I lived the life several others were going to kill for, yet all of it could not keep my child alive, the greatness, the fame the power, everything rust came do

“Then I will generously forget I've ever met you.” “You're insane,” I snarled, firmly gripping two parts of my shirt to cover my chest. He shrugged. “That's a fair price considering that I would get five percent from your auction.” A shudder rushed through me. “What auction?” He leaned closer, his breath fanning my cheek as he whispered, “I bet you'd love to know. It seems that this little head of yours is nearly priceless. Luckily for you”—he pressed the barrel to my throat before moving it lower toward the valley between my breasts—“I believe that your other body parts are equally interesting.”

Weren't you the ungrateful wench when you and Dad transferred all of your assets and family fortune to Randall under the guise of it being only his inheritance? "Randall has gambled away the family fortune and landed the family in debt. So, you tried forcing me to take on that debt, but I refused to do it. Now, you're calling me the ungrateful wench?" "Shut up, you fucking bitch!" Mom panicked after hearing me fight back, but I refused and continued to expose her. "What? You dare to do it, but you don't dare to admit it? I still have the voice recording from you and Dad back then stored in my phone! Should I replay it and maybe help you refresh your memory a little?"

⸻ 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