I Am Rich Novels & Stories

My grip on him getting the slightest bit tighter, too small for him to notice. “Being rich means that you often think that you can get anything that you want. Some of their heads are too big for this world.” He says bitterly. It made me wonder, how he could say these things when he himself was probably the richest one out of them all.

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.

he replied, with a mischievous grin. "I know you're rich, but how rich are you?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed. Eddie's grin grew wider. "Ah, Luna. You're so curious. Let's just say that I'm very, very rich." I raised an eyebrow. "Very, very rich? What does that even mean?" Eddie chuckled. "Well, let's just say that my family is one of the wealthiest in the world. But we like to keep a low profile to avoid unwanted attention."

He reasons, making me laugh. “He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mouth. “He can take a bath and clean his shit with gold infused water for the rest of his life and he will still have enough wealth to last him a century.” I exaggerate to make it extra dramatic. Not that I'm far from reality.

“Stop it, Xander. You can’t beat him! He’s…” Xander waved her away. “No, you don’t have to tell me anything. Listen to me—I’m not the same dirt-poor, working-class man I used to be anymore. My wealth, Grace, eclipses your imagination. I’m filthy rich! Richer than most people could imagine! So many people have tried to work hard to earn as much as I have. They’ll think 15,000 means a lot, but to me, it’s not even worth mentioning. It’s nothing!”

He shrugged again. I widened my eyes in realization, "no way, you are a singer?" "Well, a rapper, ten million followers on social media but you know, no big deal." He chuckled. "What the fuck? Oh my gosh, what about Five and Jay, those guys some celebrities too?" I had just met two famous people and I hadn't even realized it. "Nah, Five's Anthony's brother, you won't hear much from him, barely speaks. Jay on the other hand, he's a model but he keeps it low key. That bastard is top ten most paid models in the world right now." He told me.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

Esther exclaimed in a prolonged tone. Anika smiled in relief when she saw Esther seemed to like it. "Omg, you have these? I think they aren't even out yet!" Esther was blinded by all the luxury goods, some even limited editions and others customized. This is the rich Rich! Anika didn't understand what she said, but she thought it might be a praise. All of the things here are really pretty, even she thought so. "Do you like it?" Anika can't help but ask with a glimmer in her eyes. She was happy she had shown something interesting to her friend.

He has become a fun boy to talk with, especially that he found out that I am the person he admires. "My name is Rich but I am poor," he said. "Don't worry you'll try how stressed rich people are." I pressed the button on the side of my phone so its screen lit up. "And I want to see how rich men have a beautiful wife like yours." "Have you seen this woman? She's my wife," I said while zooming in on Athara's face. "She's beautiful. I mean, beautiful is not enough to describe her. But I apologise because I haven't seen her here."

Shawna wonders aloud. I shrug. “Her family is the twelfth richest in the world, Shawna. It’s not a big deal.” Iyanu wears those titles of hers too much—hottest girl, and heir to the wealthiest family. It’s at times like this that I feel the urge to brag subtly despite myself. “Plus, it’s not like I’m bragging about the fact that my maternal lineage are made of lucrative marionettes, and my paternal lineage owned one of the most lucrative businesses,” I spurt out with confidence, “nor am I bragging that I’m the first daughter of the number one most wealthy living person in the world, and I have a share in the number one biggest company ever known.”