I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?! Novelas e Histórias

S) I don't even want to think about it, all I want is becoming richer and richer, if along the way I can make something good, then why not. But still my main goals is gold, just GOLD.

What was once a small startup was now the number one. I am now the wealthiest person in the world. Now, I was in high demand. Everyone wanted to meet me, and my schedule was flooded with meeting requests. With all that I had accomplished, how could I have any creditors? "Didn't you all win a million-dollar lottery? How do you have no money to pay them back?" As soon as I mentioned it, Abby snapped, "No wonder you came back. Looks like you came for the money after all." "Rebecca!" she shrieked. "You're nothing but a useless, money-draining burden. Don't even think about touching that money."

He shrugged. "What was your big story and what ruined you?" I asked. He knitted his eyebrows at me precisely. "What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by ruin me?" "Well, you see," I shifted in my seat and crossed one leg over the other, "life works weird for rich people. One minute, you guys are all happy and crap. Then next, one big incident changes everything and carves you into the man that you are today." I explained what I meant by my point.

"That was before I donated it all away to the university, though. Now, I'm back to being a broke-*ss again. I wasn't kidding about being broke, though. The money I have is kinda… They just turn into worthless pieces of paper in my hands, you know? I can't use them at all." "Goddamn, it's like you rich people speak a completely different language than us plebs, too. 'Money is just a bunch of worthless pieces of paper in my hands.' You do know that sounds like the grandest humble brag ever, right?" Craig quipped. "In any case, you've been promoted to becoming the leader of our pack. Not bad. I managed to befriend a billionaire's son!"

My dad, Nathaniel Carter, was the richest man in town, yet my monthly allowance was only fifty dollars. Mom always told me that Dad had abandoned us because he was ashamed that I was a girl. When I was six, he left behind nothing but divorce papers and disappeared. I never saw him again. That was until I saw him on TV years later, making headlines for spending a billion dollars on a skyscraper for his new son. I had spent years resenting him. I was his child too. Why had he treated me like I never existed? Then one day, I unexpectedly ran into his new son. The first thing he said to me was, “Where have you been all these years? Dad has been looking everywhere for you.”

Adrian's answ‌er m⁠ade Ma⁠ya's che‍st tighten wi⁠th‍ an e‍motion s⁠he c‍ou⁠ld not name. He said because‍ a good man had d⁠ied believin‌g hi‌s son‍ had destroyed him⁠, and because that‍ man's daug‍hter deserved be⁠tter t‍h⁠an lies and h‍alf-truths. He added th‍at he had been trying to fix it for six years, quietly bu‍ying back pieces of what his father h‌ad d⁠ismantled and redirecting profit⁠s to t‍he fa‍milies‌ who h‌ad lost‌ every⁠thing.‍

“You said your family was poor. You went from a broke student to an executive because of me. “You swore you’d work yourself to the bone to repay me. And this is how you repay me now?” The moment I said that, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my lower back.

Hello, readers This is Zhen Xin Xin, the author of Breaking Free from the Billionaire. First, thank you so much for reading my book. I am enjoying writing this story as this is my first time writing in Billionaire genre. But my health has not been good recently, so it is difficult for me to update regularly like many other authors. So this month, I decided to take a break. I will be back soon with more chapters as soon as I get better. Thank you for your support. Please leave a comment, like, share, and your support if you want me to update as much as possible. I will gladly update this story sooner if you are doing so.

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

She had a confused expression on her face. "Um. You're not getting what I am trying to make you understand here..." she tried arguing. "No. It's you that's not getting what I'm trying to pass across, how much did you get when you divorced Leo? It's entirely different from your net worth now. You've tripled it in a very short period of time, and that is only with your effort, commitment, cognitive skill, good leadership trait, and resilience. And you still believe those bullshit, those Jobless gossipers are saying? C'mon, that's not necessary. And trust me, I would deal with that blogger." I just don't understand people that can't keep their opinion to themselves. This person has directly cal