Gold Digger Novels & Stories

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

“The real reason I asked you to come back is because there’s an important mission. Headquarters gave a direct order that it must be completed. “We’ve received reliable intelligence that there’s a massive gold deposit beneath Thousand Isles Lake in the southwest of the city. But the exact location is still unknown. “Because the deposit is underwater, the cost of extraction will be extremely high. If we can’t pinpoint the exact location first, it would cause enormous waste. That’s why I needed a professional like you. “There’s an old legend about that lake. They say it was formed during a major mining disaster back in the 1930s. “Back then, the team sent secret prospecting teams into remote mo

"What did you say? You dare tell me to get out? All this over thirty dollars? "I knew it—I was right about you. You're nothing but a gold-digger! The moment you realized you couldn't squeeze money out of me, your attitude changed. Is money all you see?" Justin shot me a mocking glance and spoke up at just the right moment. "Simon, how can you treat Clairebear like this? She's the young lady of the Musk family, lowering herself to be with someone like you. You should be grateful and think twice about making her angry. Don't you just want money? Fine. I'll give it to you."

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

She cackled, her eyes glowing with mischief as she turned her head to me. I shook my head, took a sip of my coffee, and fixed my eyes back on her. “You do know that you would only attract broke men and in the worst circumstances…” I tilted my head to the side, closing my coffee lid. “Gold Diggers!” She placed a hand on her chest, her voice barely above a whisper as it dripped with hurt. “Are you trying to say that the likes of Cole McCormick, Ramsey Morgan, and Kian Cooper wouldn't be impressed?”

Everyone in our circle agreed on one thing. I was beautiful. Unfortunately, I was also hopeless when it came to love. My billionaire father knew that better than anyone, so he made one rule for me. I wasn’t allowed to marry a man unless he was willing to put five million dollars into a trust in my name before the wedding. “Five million isn’t much,” Dad told me. “I didn’t spend my whole life giving my daughter the best of everything just to watch her struggle with some broke guy.” Because of that, I never let myself fall too easily. Then I met Xander Shaw. When he pursued me, he did it so publicly that everyone in our social circle knew. And once we started dating, he gave me almost

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"Don Salvatore, this... this is a setup! It's all fake! Don Salvatore, you have to believe me! This woman, she's a gold digger. I gave her three hundred thousand dollars and it still wasn't enough for her, and now she's teamed up with Mario to frame me... Don Salvatore, don't let her fool you! I think she only got involved with me in the first place because... because Mario put her up to it! That's it. She was a spy Mario planted next to me!" The moment his own interests were threatened, I stopped being the woman he had been desperate to win back. He used every lie he could think of to smear me, his face twisting uglier by the second. I stood to the side and w

I drove rideshare for five years to support my girlfriend. Then a car put me in the hospital, and she pointed at me and said: "We're just friends." Overseas, hanging off her rich new boyfriend, she looked down at me and said, "Blake didn't mean to hit you. Quit while you're ahead, take the money, and get lost." I smiled, grabbed him by the hair, and put his head into the wall. After they deported me, the Ride-to-Real-Estate System woke up in my head. A few years later I was the richest man in the world, living off rent, and the gold digger came crawling back. "You got even more handsome." My new little sister laughed out loud. "Honestly, I'm jealous of