Novel & Cerita Gold Digger

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I lift my head from the pillow before staring at the bright white threads. "Winter." I scrunch up my face in concentration, trying to come up with a solution. Am I a gold digger? Oh my God, I'm a gold digger! He bought steak and I friggin ate it! Wagyu is friggin expensive! I took money! I took his friggin money!! I'm a fucking gold digger! "Winter." I need to leave. We need to talk about this now. I'm not going to be a gold digger, even unintentionally. How much do I owe him? Probably at least $100.

“And how would you know that, Gia? Or wait, are you also dating Justin and hoping to snatch seventy percent for yourself?” She went quiet. Her tongue suddenly froze. I uncrossed my arms, lifted my chin, and gripped my bag with elegance. “You know what? I accept it. Yes, I’m a gold digger. That’s right. I dig gold. But at least, Gia, I was digging his bank account, not your grave. So thank you for the title. I wear it with pride.”

But as the wolves drew closer, their teeth bared and ready to strike, Sniper and Mauler knew they were in for the fight of their lives. ******* "I don't think there is any gold here," Stalker said, her voice laced with exhaustion. She was tired, her arm throbbing with pain from the many traps they had to avoid. Reaper nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the surrounding area. "If there's no gold, our computers can't detect it." Just as they were about to give up, their gold detectors started beeping rapidly, the screens flashing a bright yellow color. They exchanged a look, their eyes widening in surprise.

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.”

And would you also like to tell them that the real brooch has a tiny microchip embedded in the facets of the gemstone that can only be seen if magnified by 20 times? Jeff's face turned increasingly paler with every word I said. Even Crystal's initially smug face began showing hints of panic. She turned to Sophia helplessly, but she realized that Sophia was looking at me in shock. I straightened up, finally revealing the presence I had been suppressing for a long time and allowing myself to relax. Now, I was no longer the woman they misunderstood, humiliated, and described as being poor and down on my luck. I was Cheryl Richmond once again, the true heiress of the Richmond family.

I'm shopping for Christmas gifts for my uncle, Richard Patton, when I run into my ex-girlfriend, Miriam Carson, who dumped me three months ago. Even though she comes from a poor family, her shopping cart is loaded with a case of expensive liquor, four boxes of premium cigars, and a bunch of high-end health supplements. "Finn Goldberg, are you stalking me? Can't you move on?" she suddenly shouts, drawing stares from shoppers around us. I frown and mutter, "You're crazy." As I turn to leave, she grabs my shopping cart and threatens me in a low voice. "Since you're still so obsessed with me, pay for my stuff and transfer 50 grand to me. Do that, and I won't report you for stalking. Otherwis

The richest family's youngest was a prodigal son who cared about nothing but the decadence life had to offer. I was one of his situationships who only took money from him. When his smart and charming situationship was attending events and talking about investments with him, I was throwing a tantrum and siphoning his money. When the situationship who graduated from a famous university was pulling an all-nighter helping him with his financial report, I was still busy siphoning his money. His other situationships thought I was just a bimbo who only cared for short-term gratification and failed to see the big picture. I couldn't care less. After all, like how he wasn't exclusively mine, I als

On Christmas Day, my boyfriend of five years, Damian Reed, threw me the proposal of a lifetime. I stared down at the ring resting on my finger, totally overwhelmed with happiness. I was just about to say yes when my father’s words suddenly echoed in my mind. "Anna, the only man you ever marry is the one willing to give you the wedding of the century, someone who wants the entire world to know he's taking you as his wife. "It's not about how much money the wedding costs," he used to tell me, "What I'm testing is his heart, whether he has the genuine devotion to reveal your true identity to everyone." My father, Marco James, is the Don of the James family, the most powerful mafia in New Yo

After I get pregnant, my husband, Edmund Zeller, has been sending me less and less money for living expenses. Eventually, I'm left with only 800 dollars a month. Taylor Zeller, Edmund's sister and my best friend, is outraged. "My brother's a bastard. I'd rather work three jobs than let you and the baby starve." I don't want to be a burden to Taylor, so I set up a stall at a market at night when I'm seven months pregnant. After my daughter, Kayla Zeller, is born, I can only afford the cheapest formula. She's not even two months old, yet she already looks so thin. On the day Edmund comes home, I've completely lost hope, so I ask him for a divorce. He just lets out an exasperated la

I was a gold digger from the womb. Even before I was born, I loved money more than life itself. When I heard my parents had gone bankrupt, I strangled myself with my own umbilical cord and got myself reborn into a rich family instead. Later, a human trafficker snatched me and tried to sell me off to some backwater village. I grabbed his knife to him and threatened him, "I only go to families worth over a hundred million dollars. Sell me to some poor family, and you're dead!" He was scared half to death and had no choice but to dump me at the door of a police station. When I grew up, I took it even further. I worked as a stand-in girlfriend for eight billio