Novel & Cerita I Am Rich

"I know I sound a little arrogant to you, but that's normal because I'm rich and deserve to be arrogant. But a poor person like you doesn't deserve to ignore me." I decided to stop, turning to Nicole with my arms folded in front of my chest. "Yes, yes, you're the richest person in the world. I already know, so stop interrupting my walk. I will need a considerable amount of time to reach the office, as you can see that I am only walking. This poor woman begs for your understanding."

"I would say I am Ivan Holloway. Chief executive officer of Holloway Empire. The third richest man in America and the first in the state of California." "Is that all you can define yourself with? Your wealth? Your status? Your fame? Is that all you really are, mister Ivan?" Something in me sparked up, and it was not a good spark. My jaw hardened and I found myself looking a way from her. Her eyes probed me too much, I was beginning to get uncomfortable, and that was not a normal thing. "That is all the person would need to know." I bit back. I was not going to let her get into my head, never.

She wanted to show her robot and let Alex knew how amazing her life has been. "First of all, I am rich; as in very rich. I have so much money that I don't even feel bad to boast about it. I could spend it any way I want but I would not go broke. Others say, money can't buy happiness, but I am utterly delighted whenever my orders get delivered to my doorstep. Do you know that saying that says, an apple a day keeps the doctors away? I have my own version of that. One adds to cart a day, keep the sadness away."

"Jake, I am trying to be calm here. You had better leave this room before I am forced to break your head with this bottle. " Jake chuckled loudly and walked closer , the distance becoming a bit too close for comfort. "What do you hate so much about this handsome young man standing before you? " Annabelle scoffed,"Handsome, my foot. " "I have everything, Annabelle. My father is a major power broker. Just accept me and your family's business will bounce back to the top. Would you not want to see that come to pass? " "With or without your help, my family's business can bounce back to normal. "

I mean, not your kind of six-digit broke – if you know what I mean… You might think me frugal. Yes, I admit. Before knowing that someone like Mia Harrington was fighting over my husband with me, I wouldn't mind throwing money away, but now, I have a goal. Like, a mighty goal. One I may not be able to achieve in the next 100 years, but at least, I want to start from somewhere. And that goal was; I want to be rich. I mean, wealthy, but I don't see that as enough to describe how wealthy I want to become.

I couldn’t believe these kids! As if it wasn’t enough, James deep chuckles kept resounding in the air. He was most definitely having a blast watching us right now. “You guys… “I started, clearing my throat as I prepared to set the records straight. “You shouldn’t jump to conclusions like this. It’s bad! I don’t need your mommy to take care of me, because I have my own money! I am a very rich businessman as well. One of the richest in the city! I can and will take care of all of you! Your mommy included! She wouldn’t even have to work and we would still have money, that’s how much I have!”

His face was a storm of disbelief, panic, and anger all tangled together. "Richard," I said evenly, "didn't you just say if this school belonged to me, then you'd be Rendallton's richest man?" I let out a soft laugh. "Sorry to disappoint you. But the richest person in Rendallton… is me." I tilted my head, my tone cool and calm. "And this school? It's nothing. Just one tiny piece of what I own." Richard shook his head wildly. His words stumbled out, broken and desperate. "N-no way. That's impossible. You can't be the richest person in Rendallton."

"Amara, I've been thinking a lot these past few days. I know I was wrong. "You know what my life was like before. My family was poor. I never understood what it meant to have money. When a poor man becomes rich overnight, he loses himself. That's how I ended up doing something so foolish that everyone turned against me."

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

This niche scream elegance! " I didn't know you're this wealthy. I'm beginning to feel small" I mumbled to jerk who was still chuckling beside me. " I am not. My parents do." " but doesn't that mean you are also rich?" I said still looking at the inside of the place that looks like a palace upfront.