I Ain't Saying She's A Gold Digger Lyrics Novels & Stories

She disconnected the microphone and walked away like a queen even though her world was crumbling. She was not sure what she did to him to bad-mouth her like that. She had been nothing but kind and caring. She had never used him, she even used to argue with him when he would pay for her. How was she a gold digger? She wanted someone to hold her and comfort her, she wanted someone to wake her up from that nightmare. She wanted to cry till she ran out of tears, but she could not do anything. She was numb, almost like a robot. She could not even cry, she did not want anyone to see her crashing down. She just wanted to be alone, she wanted to erase that day from her memory. ______________________

"What? I caught you cheating in your office and now you want a divorce?" "It's what I have always desired. I was only tolerating you!" "No," she whispered, her heart sinking. "It can't be true. Aidan, I love--" His harsh laugh interrupted her. "Don't even try it. You and girls like you are all the same. Trying to latch onto billionaires like me to elevate your low-class status." She couldn't believe his words. "Is that really how you see me? As a gold digger?" "That's what you are. You pretended to be innocent and pure but now that my real love is back, I want you gone from my house and my life for good."

" 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.

It was as if she were doing me a favor by dating me. I merely looked impassively at her. "I'm not throwing a tantrum. Since you keep thinking that I'm a leech who's out to get your money, you'd better find someone who has the same status as you so that you can have an equal relationship." I did not want to say a single word more. I turned around and went back to the bedroom to continue packing my things. After about half a minute, I heard Tessa scream angrily, "Don't regret this, Ethan!"

"I beg your pardon?." "And I beg your understanding too." "What the heck are you saying woman? Are you fucking kidding me?! My property? Your right? I mean, all of this that you're saying are all a trash, I don't believe any of these things that you just said. I will never will all of my wealth to a gold digger like you!." "Arrrgh! Not again!." She said. She thought she had said it within her thought but I heard her.

I was in pain from all the beating, and when they realized I truly didn't have any cash on me, they tackled me to the ground, trying to tear off my necklace and earrings. Instantly, the surrounding crowd began to buzz, whispering frantically among themselves. "I mean, even her parents are admitting to it! It pretty much confirms that she's a gold digger!" There were even some who groped me, asking leeringly, "You're definitely good-looking, so why don't you spend the night with me? What's your nightly rate, huh?" Clara stood over me, throwing a scornful look. "No wonder you didn't invite your parents to the wedding. A pair of bums like that honestly have nothing to be proud of."

She looked like a tacky clown, a caricature pretending at class. “Sir?” she chirped, voice irritatingly sweet. Why does her “sir” sound like nails on a chalkboard, when my nymph’s soft whisper of the same word coils like velvet in my ear? “What’s going on?” I asked flatly. Her eyes flicked to Smith, and they tried that pathetic silent communication. As if I couldn’t see through it. “She’s a gold digger,” Sandy said finally, squaring her shoulders. “We were only looking out for you.”

I chose to ignore her. “Acting high and mighty when you’re sleeping with someone old enough to be your father… I just can’t,” she said loudly, her friends erupting into laughter. My grip tightened around my wine glass. She knew exactly where to strike. But would I have done any of this if my family hadn’t been drowning in debt? Such hypocrisy. “You said what?” I asked, turning to face her fully. “I said you’re a gold-digger. Or am I wrong?” The words burned, but before I could respond, a voice—cold and sharp cut through the tension.

She moved slowly, her legs trembling and her eyes not wanting to catch a glance at mine and sat. I couldn't hold back the rage, I just exploded immediately. We both knew this wasn't any contract renegotiation, else she wouldn't be asked to come alone. “How dare you?” I slammed immediately. She raised an eyebrow, trying to act confused and I stood up, my eyes hot with fury and my fists clenched. “We both know that you're just another gold digger, trying to use me for your selfish interest right?” What do you mean?” She begged, her voice shaky.

“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.” I took a few steps closer, lowering my voice so the words hit deeper. “In fact, I’m claiming that name because no matter what I do, people like you would still call me that. So I’ll own it. I’ll turn it into power. I am a gold digger, Gia, and trust me, I’m about to dig every last coin out of him until he’s bankrupt and broken.” I turned to Justin, his face red with fury, veins popping along his neck.