I Am Rich Novels & Stories

He said, not believing what I said. I smirked. Screw it. Screw the rich people. I had enough of this world and for people like him who think highly of themselves. Rich people think the world is about money. They think they can always get what they want. They are too driven by greed. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. I’m tired of this damn system. “Everything can be bought with money! I can even buy your whole life! Just stay away from my son!” I clicked my tongue, now smirking. “Tsk, you’re just getting desperate now knowing your son only listens to me,” I said. “I feel pity for you.”

I bit my lower lips in anger and snapped my finger at her face. ”Earth to Monia!” I yelled. It was then she gained herself. ”Who is that Greek god?!” She picked my hand and smiled like a barbie who was given a new pink ball gown. ”Greek?! Did you just call that prevent a Greek god?!” I raised my brows and removed my hand from hers and walked into the school. Everyone here in my school is all rich, but riches differ. My Dad was the richest man in all the world with a net worth that could end the world's poverty.

My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series. I became rich because of it. I am not a millionaire or anything. I have my own definition of rich. I mean, I grew up with barely nothing so now that I have my own apartment, a car, buy my own clothes, signature shoes and bags. I have a stable career and I am able to live my life comfortably.

he said, and I smiled. “Rich? We are not rich, we are wealthy, and it's enough to make your family lose the ‘rich’ title, you don't want to be more broke right?” I asked, and he couldn't look me in the eye. “Don't piss me off,” I said with a deep voice.

“Oh, so she is just trying to get money out of this?” “Mhm, anything to get her manicured claws on child support and a lifelong supply of money.” I grimace. “That sucks...” “It does.” “I never thought I would say this, but it must be hard being rich and not knowing whether someone actually likes you or just want to get their hands on your money.” “It’s definitely hard to know who your real friends are,” he smiles. “But I know you’re not after my money, so I’m not exactly worried.”

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

Another text: *Next time, you’ll be inside. He called Jake. “Take them to the safe house. Now.” --- Past Adriana watched the news from her balcony, champagne in hand. Leon’s face dominated the screen—*“Billionaire CEO Accused of Fraud!”* Richard had delivered. The board was in chaos, investors fleeing. Leon’s net worth plummeted. She dialed him. “Still think you can ignore me?” “What do you want?” Leon hissed. “Everything,” she said. --- **Present**

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

My wife and I had kept our marriage secret for three years. Then she became a fraud-busting influencer with ten million followers, and I was the first person she exposed. On her livestream, she sobbed that I was a freeloader who beat her, bled her dry, and even forced her to entertain men over drinks for money. The internet buried me in abuse. Delivery orders I never placed and funeral wreaths piled up outside my door. Her top donor announced he was going to break my legs to get justice for her. On camera, my wife was a fragile victim. Off camera, she was texting me threats. If I did not sign the thirty-million-dollar penthouse downtown over to her, she would burn my name to the ground. Sh

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting