I Am Rich Novels & Stories

I asked my father-in-law to tell me the name of the company but he claimed he wasn't aware of who they are as the company had insisted to remain anonymous and they couldn't afford to lose the deal they had with them. As I watched the palettes of rainfall on my window, I wondered who I had offended in the past that was intent on destroying me. Just then Sophie's low life of a husband passed by, he was a complete scum of the earth, but I would not lie, lately, he looked different, there seemed to be a power surge around him. He looked more athletic and had a powerful gait in his steps. Freeloader the word screamed in my head, and that was exactly what he was, eating our food and completely rel

so that I can give my kid the title to all of my possessions. While I don't consider myself an ordinary person, I am also not an extraterrestrial. I am more than just the business and property's owner. I am also not just any wealthy individual. I manage a Mafia that is well-known throughout the world, yet I do not consider myself their superiors.

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

“I have here my resume and a list of all of my assets. Please take a look and see whether you’re satisfied with it.” Were blind dates so efficient these days? The two sheets of paper were covered in words. By the looks of it, he was rich, but I felt dizzy from all the reading. I chuckled and pushed the papers back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring my resume.” “It’s okay.” Ivan pushed the papers right back at me. “I like you. As long as you find me satisfying, I’ll be okay.” I was unable to speak. Then, feeling troubled, I said, “I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Adams, my mother forced me to be here today. I’m sorry, but I already have someone I like.”

An expression of pure, ecstatic madness instantly replaced it. "Dad!" Maisie called out to me in a sickeningly sweet voice that I had never heard before. She ran to my side, trying to grab my arm affectionately. "Dad! I always knew you were the best!" She looked up with an innocent face, her eyes gleaming with absolute worship of money. "So our family is actually this rich! One trillion dollars! Dad, I'm not the daughter of a nobody. I'm... I'm the daughter of the richest man in the world! I'm basically royalty!"

I pulled her and said, "Mom, I have money. You can have a try." "No, no." Jessica waved her hand. I didn't dare to push her. I frowned slightly and said in a very kind tone, "Mom, don't worry. I'm rich now. I make millions in a year." She looked up at me and said in a astonishing tone. "That much?" "That's right, so you can have a try if you want, don't worry."

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

Who wouldn’t want to befriend someone with that kind of money? Raina watched all this with envy and said, “It must be nice to be rich.” Leif glanced at her, slightly furrowing his brow. “Are you short on money?” Raina raised one eyebrow, smiled, and shrugged. “Isn’t that a pretty normal thing? You have to spend money on so many things just to live in this world. Someone like you, rich as you are, wouldn’t understand. I’m genuinely poor.” Leif: “...” After a pause, he suddenly said, “I’m very rich.”

"What if it's a reward that I seek?" "Well just so you know, I'm broke so I have no cash" "I didn't peg you as a poor person" "I know , because of this face of mine, people tend to think that I'm rich. It so tiring at times to have this face of a billionaire" "Maybe I should make you my wife and reduce the heavy burdens that your face brings to you. You know, I'm quite attractive, according to the ladies and you being my wife would chase all unwantedales away"..

Tara meets my eyes to let me know she is honest with her answer. "I don't want a rich guy... most especially filthy rich guy!" Her answer surprised me, and for the first time, I didn't expect that being extremely rich will be a great stumbling block of man's happiness.