I Am Rich Novels & Stories

I answer. “I like her already.” “You see, she’s super rich, and I do take advantage of her once in a while.” He laughs, sensing the joke in my tone. “What a small world then. I also have two super rich best friends, whom I take advantage of once in a while.” “Umm, Adrian, have you looked at yourself?” I tease. “You are also super rich if I do say so.” “Well, aren’t you too? I mean, you’re a scientist.” He teases back.

Like, the kind of rich where I’d never have to work a day in my life, but I still do it anyway, just because I want to? He laughed at my phrase and nodded. “Yes, that kind of rich.” I gasped. “Wow.”

He stares pointedly, not the least bit apologetic. I want to be incensed, but this isn’t exactly a newsflash for me. The man didn’t become a billionaire by simply sticking a silver spoon in his mouth. He bought and sold companies until he’d built his own dynasty. At forty-two, he’s wealthy, affluent, revered and still so fucking mysterious. And I, at the age of twenty-six, am too enthralled by him by far. I should tread much more lightly. I understand how incredibly lucky I am to be considered a Jameson Richards confidante. Regardless of not being the cream of the crop, I am in the club.

Nothing tacky and nothing excessive. Well… maybe a little excessive. But it was my birthday, so who cared? Twenty-five. Some people panic at that number. I don’t. I’m filthy rich, heir to Villaflor Empires, owner of Villaflor Industries, self-made billionaire. Food productions, telecommunications, even businesses that practically print money. Life has been generous. Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective.

“I never asked for you to do that. You’re rich, I don’t think you should be doing this.” “Oh please,” he scuffs, “Just cause I’m a bit rich, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to do such mundane things.” Ahh! I laughed a little. “A bit?” “Hmm-hm.” I stood erect, hands holding my waist. “You’re a billionaire. I don’t think that’s what you call a bit.” “So what if I am?” “Gosh,” I say in frustration. “I can’t deal with you. Could you please leave already? Please?”

Within a few hours, I was officially announced as the missing heiress of the AD Tech empire and Augustus' legacy. That same day, I was made chairwoman of a whole business empire and received congratulations from the board, who were more than happy to accept me, as weird as that sounds. It was just like a dream, but by evening every major TV broadcast in the country had the news. Even major publications had my name plastered on their front pages. From Humiliated Ex-wife To Wealthiest Heiress Overnight. By the time I made my way out of the building, a mob of reporters was already rushing towards me.

“I apologize.” “You know that guy?” Caroline asks softly. “Unfortunately.” I take a sip of my scotch, trying to calm my rage. “He’s a scumbag wannabe businessman who’s pissed that I wouldn’t finance one of his many failed companies. Now he just likes to annoy me.” Caroline nods. “It must be hard being rich. Always having people come to you for money.” I raise an eyebrow. “You mean people like you?” She opens her mouth to respond but stops when she realizes she’s got nothing to say.

To this Richard said in an irritated manner, "Enough of your bullshit crap!!" They kept silent for a moment. Richard broke the silence by telling, "My life is not what it looks like...Being rich, happy, satisfied and contended is what people sees in me...However it's exactly the opposite...Am poor in love...sad on the inside. I don't actually know why am sharing you this but let me tell you that today was my birthday!!!"

And when he finally succeeded in doing so, he smiled, he was an aged man, no doubt, with grey hair peeking through his scalp, but still, he appeared young, with his suit etched elegantly on his body. He walked to the board and smiled. "Thank you for all coming here. I am pleased to see everyone here," A resounding clap was heard next, and his gaze lingered on Alec. "Even though I know some of you would rather not come." Murmurings broke out. Alec squeezed his face discomfortly, he knew his grandfather really well, someone who was energetic and would only do business if it benefitted him. "As of presently," His gaze lingered on everyone present in the room, his voice was cold, definitely not

I continued laughing even when he looked at me like I was taking a pee in the water fountain right outside the Vatican. “Do you even know how rich I am?” he asked after I had laughed at my fill. “Don’t you mean how rich your parents are?” I fired back. “My parents have money. Old money. That’s the myth. I’m a friggin’ billionaire Babe. That’s the part you don’t see on the tabloids.” He paused. There was more. “I mostly portray myself to be a careless playboy still squandering his parent’s money. It’s safer that way.”