Gold Digger Lyrics Meaning Novels & Stories

I expected him to respond to my question, but it was a deafening silence. “Liam?” I called him again, wanting to hear an answer. He didn’t answer me and acted as if he heard no one. I simply picked up my phone again when I thought of something to do. I opened it and went directly to the internet to keep up with what was going on in the world. I felt as if I wanted to cry because of what I saw. On my social media, the hashtag #GoldDiggerCrystal is trending. Even though that term seemed to rend and stab my heart, it seemed as though someone dragged me to go to that hashtag and see what people were saying.

" I know t-the baby will have a good future with you.. B-but hearing you say those words.. That made me realize that I-I was wrong. D-do you really think.... " She choked on her own tears before she continue. "....I'm a gold-digger? Do you think that I am after your money? " Liam scoff and smirk sarcastically. " Don't act innocent. It does not suit you. And yes, you look like a gold-digger to me. " Elara licked her dry lips and Shook her head in disbelief. She looked straight into his eyes.

Pay tenfold. 'Damn. Gold Digger is still famous word here in this world.'Zelai said on her inner self while she was still reading the book. "Don't call her a gold digger! She's not a gold digger and besides, you are the one who's more look like a gold digger like her, look at that smudge make-up on your face, your true face hiding behind the make-ups is showing, kindly fix your face first before you insult make sure you're perfect enough to look down at someone!"Ysa angrily said making the woman went to her direction and tried to slap her but Zelia, who was busy reading the book caught it and she look at her nonchalantly.

Michael's pov - "How?" I inquire, my voice laced with equal parts curiosity and apprehension. I am desperate for a solution, but a part of me hesitates to accept her assistance, unsure of the implications it might have on our relationship. "Maybe with something that I can't prove," she says, her words carrying a hint of mystery. "But don't worry, it's my money, and it's legal. You can use it." My heart sinks, the weight of my past words and judgments crashing down upon me. How could I have called her a gold digger when she possesses such wealth? How could I have been so blind to her achievements and success?

“I’m just asking. Do you really need money that badly, or are you just that money-hungry?” His words hit like a slap. Money-hungry? Is that what he thought of me? Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not in front of him. “You can think whatever you like,” I said quietly, my voice trembling with suppressed hurt. “Hah.” He let out a harsh laugh. “ I knew, I always knew you were a little gold digger.” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears spilled over, hot and uncontrollable. Even disrespect had its limits, and Adrian crossed them all without hesitation.

Her eyes flared in anger meaning my words found their, I thought feeling satisfied. I took in her expensive clothes and shoes that scream class and affluence. I know people see her beautiful face and all they can see is the physical glamour. However, I see beneath her exterior the rottenness of her soul. “When you said golddigger, I take it, that you must be referring to yourself. What kind of woman spikes a man's drink, goes on to seduce him, and then fakes a pregnancy all just to get him to marry her? Tell you what? That is a desperate woman right there!” Stacey who has been eavesdropping on our conversation, said, coming over to stand beside me.

Especially when I knew he spent triple that amount on his side chicks. He snapped his fingers again. Another box appeared. This one held heels. The design on them practically shouted luxury, quality build. Spend on me, baby. I’m just a baby girl. A third box followed. Gold bars this time. I stared at them, the weight of the moment sinking in. If anyone wanted to call me a gold digger now, they could. I was literally collecting gold from my husband’s return. “I’m sorry this is all I could bring back,” Quinn said, watching me. “But I’ll try better next time.”

“Desperate. Power-hungry. Pretending to be weak until someone important takes pity on you.” Each word landed like a slap. “I’m not…” “You’re exactly that,” she snapped. Suffocating silence fell between us, heavy. Then she said it. “You’re a gold digger.” The words hit harder than anything else she had said. My breath caught. For a moment, I couldn’t move, nor speak. Because a small, broken part of me whispered…Maybe she’s right. My fingers curled at my sides. “I didn’t ask for this,” I said finally, my voice trembling despite my effort to steady it.

" I asked her. " Me? well am a millionaire now, so I guess Yes. am happy to be a gold digger! she cheerfully said. "You mean you stole............ because you are a thief" I injected with venom. " Me? The thief? Are You joking? didn't you steal my man? hmm.......... sounds like you are the thief to me! if you think for a second that he is going to love you..... . marry you....... treat you right...........stop hoeing for you, you wrong.

A gold-digging seductress, to be precise. “It seems I forgot to clear that misconception,” Dante said, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on my fingertips. “I don’t see you as a gold digger.” “What?!”