Gold Digger Artinya

He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover. I, Sultan Zain Al Latif, will propose to Princess Nasrin for a marriage. If she rejects me… Well, I have been told I can be quite persuasive and demanding when I want to be. Nasrin He is a Sultan and I am the Princess of the country he is nemesis with. I don’t belong in his wealthy country that bleeds gold and his Palace. I am trying to hold on to what little freedom I have. No way can I fall for some dirty talking or his obsidian eyes curling with hunger whenever he sees me. Even if my body craves his tender touch and his sinful mouth. I have to get my freedom and find a way to escape the proposals of marriage. Without his help, thank you very much. “I am asking you to marry me.” “Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?” “I am asking, Princess.” I smiled at her. “For now.”

When I stand in the sales office and watch my best friend beat me to purchasing the foreclosed property I have my eye on, I finally know for sure that she has been reborn too. In my previous life, both my best friend and I had some savings. She invested all her money in the stock market, while I decided to buy a house to live in. Since I didn't have much savings, I ended up buying a foreclosed property where a murder had taken place. But inside the ceiling cavity, I discovered a safe containing ten million dollars in cash and over a dozen gold bars. Meanwhile, my best friend's money was trapped in the stock market. She lost everything and even ended up in debt. When she watched me move into a villa, drive luxury cars, and spend money extravagantly every day, my best friend flew into a rage. She lured me to a highway where an oncoming freight truck killed me. After my death, my soul floated in the air as I watched her and my boyfriend deceive the police together. They claimed I had been drinking and ignored traffic rules, rushing onto the highway to my own death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I'm supposed to buy the foreclosed property.

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

Natuklasan ni Jenna na ang BF niya ay isang gold digging fake. Naglasing siya and she passed out. Topher, another artist from work and a pretty handsome hunk, came to the rescue. Nang magising siya ay nasa bahay na siya nito, and he took care of her because he didn't know where else to bring her. Invited na makasama ito sa lonesome nitong Christmas Eve, she stayed. Nalaman niyang pareho silang broken-hearted, and one thing led to another… by morning they are lovers. Gumanti si Jenna sa kanyang manlolokong ex saka umalis para magbakasyon sa Bali. When she came back, she realized she couldn't forget Topher and their time together. Pero ang kaba niya na baka hindi sila pareho ng nararamdaman ay nawala sa unang sandali pa lang na nagkita silang muli, when he welcomed her with his hot, delicious brand of kiss. They couldn't get back to bed fast enough. Situations seem to help them to continue their fling secretly… and she told herself it was just rebound… nag-e-enjoy lang sila. They both deserve it. And yet, she is starting to feel like she couldn’t let him go anymore. And the problem with rebounds is they have an ex they couldn't move on from… you know. And Topher's ex wanted him back…

“Alastair, whatever human you choose from that building will be nothing more than bait. Surely, Caris is too far gone to understand that this child is more than something to satiate her hunger! Are you willing to risk that for her-” “A human?” I impatiently took a step towards Toran, restraining myself from grabbing him up by the collar. “Yes! I will gladly risk a human’s life!” I exclaimed my words bordering on desperation. “Whether it be a child or an infant. If it brings Caris back! If..if the baby can keep her sane for but a moment long enough for me to get through to her, then I will do whatever it takes.” I hadn’t realized how sure I was about this plan until I said it out loud to Toran. Sure, it was a cruel plan, but I was bordering on desperation at this point. Valene was an infant when she was adopted from the Caring Arms Orphanage by the Alpha of Shadow Veil, Alastair Wade. Life has always been decided for Vali, being a Gold Blood as well as a Vassal to the now widowed Alpha and his daughter Harlyn. Now nearly nineteen years old, Valene has found contentment in being the human servant to the wolf who adopted her and his daughter. Then came the Lycan King. When Ares Barbosa shows up at Shadow Veil with his pack, everything changes for Valene and everyone she holds dear....in ways that she could never have imagined.

His lips neared mine and for a moment, I thought we were going to kiss. My lips followed his but he stepped back. I swallowed as my eyes remained glued to his face, I was scared of my gaze dropping lower. But I took bold steps forward to close the space between us. I could tell that he was surprised as he looked down at me. His fingers raised to my face and trailed my face slowly leaving a train of sweetness. He lifted my face up to his and sucked on my neck slowly. “What is it that you want Alana?” He asked me as he nibbled on my ears gently. Thrills moved down my spine and I could feel giddy and wanting already. I was already getting excited down there. “Tell me what you want.” His whisper came again. “I want you.” I whispered back weakly in a surrender. Alana is very shy and introverted but she has had her eyes set on the Most Popular Bad Boy, Atlas. Atlas is the boy every girl in Gold Valley City wants to have by all means but what happens when he notices and has his eye set a one good girl who is below his class? Will they build together an unbreakable bond amid societal and financial differences or will Alana’s submission be the begining to an unending rollercoaster of hurt and pain?

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

Jermaine's voice echoed in Dylan's condo unit as she caught him with someone else. "All this caution I've taken for myself, and for what? For you!" Jermaine exclaimed. "You're too paranoid, Maine. What do you think of me? Chasing you just because you won't give me what I want? Are you gold?" Dylan scorned her, "Hey, Maine, if you can't give it to me, I'll find it elsewhere! Just leave, you're causing us unnecessary trouble!" That marked the beginning of her downfall. It was her last semester in business administration, but her former boyfriend shattered it all. She became her own investigator, trailing him wherever he went, until her parents found out. They sent her to the province to reflect. There, she met her uncle's best friend, Demitri, a man left behind by time. He offered her an opportunity she couldn't refuse. "Marry me, and together we'll seek revenge for all the pain we've endured!" he proposed. "Bu--but why me?" she was confused. "Because I know, nothing's gonna happen between us. Besides, our gap means a lot to me, looks like i'm your uncle. I just want to take revenge. That cheaters need to receive their karma!"

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."