Gold Digger Artinya Novels & Stories

Cynthia’s mother pointed at my pearl earrings and said in disdain, “You’re unworthy of wearing such nice pearl earrings. You must have used Luke’s money to buy them. “You’re cheap and a gold digger. People like you should be exposed online and canceled for life.” “Everyone, remember to like the video! We’re not just beating up a minx today, but also a gold digger!” “Gold diggers do whatever it takes to get money. She might have slept with old men too…” The streamer let her sentence fade away and glared at me in disgust. People flooded her livestream and insulted me. They cursed my parents and ancestors. I did not want to see the chat, but Cynthia’s father grabbed my head and forced me to loo

The one-word headline: "GOLDDIGGER." He was no longer Davidson Ekon. He was a symbol. To some, he was the face of predatory ambition, the manifestation of all that is feared about the young, handsome interloper who seduces his way into a fortune. He was a cautionary tale, a latter-day Becky Sharp, his story whispered at country club lunches and in boardroom anterooms as the ultimate "what not to do."

, she whispered awed. “Well yeah”, Isuzu shrugged, “I told you I ran away from home every year after I turned twelve and worked during the vacation slots of winter and summer, and Gylden—”, she hummed as she continued digging. “—are easier to earn and hide than money paid through the banks, plus you know people on the run prefer coins rather than carrying traceable, like credit and debit cards and cash. I mean those suckers are easily identified what with the numbers printed on the side and each currency has it’s on market and economic value in a different country. But gold coins, who in their right mind is going to print id-codes on gold, can you even imagine how tedious that is, and gold i

old man Sander said, as he waved me off dismissively. “Why are you mad that you give you a price? Isn't that what you wanted? And that envelope is it for her?” He asked, and Jared confirmed it. “Yes, but she seems too greedy, I mean how dare her name a price, she's a gold digger, uncle.” Gold digger? Has the boy lost his mind? “She doesn't have to dig for any gold, but I will give her all that,” Lyon rasped, squeezing my hand gently, and I felt butterflies filling my stomach.

Every step brought me nearer to the source of the sound of men working… the rumbling of machines, the clinking of metal on stone. As I found a spot I felt was close enough to see without still being sighed easily from where they were, I crouched low behind a thick bush, peering through the leaves. The men were hard at work, their backs bent with the effort as they dug into the earth, pulling up handfuls of something that glittered in the sunlight. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was… gold. They were digging for gold. I had to blink several times, not trusting my eyes. But there was no mistaking it. Piles of dirt had were drilled through, revealing small pieces of the prec

"You gold digger.“ Gold digger? It's just a single word, but it felt like his claws reached into my heart and ripped it apart. Rage coursed through me, and my hands shot out and connected to his face in a sharp and resounding slap. 'Pa!'

I tried to explain myself. He tsked. “If you want some—” “I’m not just going to ask you when I want something. That’s called being a gold digger,” I said, looking at him with faint amusement. He rolled his eyes at me. “I remember when that word first came out. Believe me when I tell you that you’re using it in the wrong context. But it’s not gold digging when your mate, me, is here to give you anything you ask for,” he said.

“Then you should know who the majority shareholder of Grand Arcadia Mall is.” His expression shifted. Subtly, but unmistakably. Victoria snapped, impatient. “Stop stalling. Saying random things won’t save you.” I ignored her. “This brooch,” I continued, “is an imitation of Cartier’s limited-edition ‘Heart of the Ocean’ from last fall. Only three were made worldwide. Each one has its own anti-counterfeit marker, and a unique microchip code.” A bead of sweat slid down Mr. Collins’s temple. “As the manager of the most exclusive mall in Silverbrook, I’m sure you’re far more familiar with luxury authentication than I am.”

I shouldn't have given up on the idea of breaking up with Tessa when I found out that she was one of the heiresses in Jetland's upper class, just because she had persuaded me. Whenever Tessa felt that I was greedy for her money, she would keep talking about equality in love and that we should not let money control us. I never should have believed her. The only thing I had in mind back then was during the coldest time in winter, she had let me warm my hands on her stomach. When I had a headache, she would massage my head gently with her warm hands. We had once been in love, and we had once been sweet together. However, we should not have let money taint our love.

“I guess you are one of those numerous gold diggers who chase after him like flies.” “Gold digger, eh?” Tatiana repeated Megan's last few words with a stifled laughter after ward. “Not everyone has the same ill thoughts as yours, I guess that was your intention. You bore him kids and couldn't let go off him, just because you couldn't take your eyes off his wealth. And you called me a gold digger, when the gold digger here is clearly you.” Megan's thoughts over Tatiana's words. 'Am I really a gold digger…?'