I Am Rich Novelas e Histórias

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.

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!!!"

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

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.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

She was in love and that was enough for her. ******** Selena and Chris’s meeting each other was fated, as Selena would always say. Chris was not a popular kid in school. He was more of a bookworm and nerd that minded his business, and hardly mingled with the other students in school. Selena, on the other hand, was popular; not by choice but because of her rich father Mr. Harry Delacroix, a shrewd businessman who owned the biggest bank in New York and had huge investments in agriculture, oil, and gas, and the latest technology, His mind churned with business ideas and after his divorce, he had refused to remarry but only dated and grew his holdings. He was also a well-known philanthropist and

“Of course, I am truly a rich man!” “My…my husband is young and handsome?”