I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?! นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Keep availability open this week? I check my bank app. The tip is already there. It's generous enough to knock my breath sideways. Rent, groceries, a new pair of decent shoes without holes. My throat tightens, fury and relief in equal measure. Being broke makes you easy to own. I know this. I still breathe easier.

I reply. “Not at all, it’s a OUR problem.. I’m not taking that truck, you must pay the 2million!” He said seriously. “Then you’ll have to sell me!” “Sell you?” “Yeah! Because I’m broke.. I have 9million hanging on my neck, now you wanna add an extra 2million?” “But that’s not my problem!” I laugh. “Of course it’s not, but newsflash I don’t have even two thousand on me.. I’m a jobless, broke girl”

"I bet everyone living in this neighborhood knows how much I really hate staying alive during spring time in brokenness and without a piece of cent in my pocket. It simply makes me feel dead inside even when I'm still breathing. Don't worry, I'm gonna make it up to y'all. Dinner time 6pm no pranks gone wrong trust me" "I've seen more than enough of you already in this world. And it's high time you repent from being a celibate. Go get a woman or come back no more. Son, you're probably broke not because you don't work very hard enough but because you failed to get yourself a reasonable responsibility. Every man should have a price".

"You don't understand. All I wanted in this life was a wife, children, and a warm home. Despite so many years, the heavens have only sent me money. Even if I do nothing and just lie in bed every day, the money in my bank account keeps increasing." There was no way around it; with so much initial capital accumulation, just the interest alone brought in several tens of thousands every day. "So I started a business, hoping to lose money. You know what they say, right? Fail in love, succeed in gambling; fail in gambling, succeed in love."

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

Asshole. “Second, 8? Just 8?” He nods. “Just 8. I was devasted, I'm not gonna lie." I bite back a laugh. “Third of all, you bastard why are you so rich?” “Because I'm handsome and it matches the profile.” “No it doesn't. I'm buying a Buick, you can't stop me.” He snorts. “As long as you drive over to a place called Gino's and pick me up a pizza pie. If not, I'll repossessed and get burned in front of you.”

I mean, I have played this game several thousand times over in my childhood, haven't I? “My apologies lad, you didn’t make the winning numbers.” My body sagged from the weight of his declaration. I got off my ass and without a second glance, I walked away, knowing that I had landed myself in self inflicted trouble. I could have walked away the first time but I was being damn greedy. And now, I have no damn money left on me. Did the freaking universe just mess with me? Now I am broke! Desperate and I need to get a damn job, and I need it fast enough, Even if it was the worst of it.

On Christmas Eve, my wife, Abigail Balmer, publicly announced her relationship with her forty-ninth boy toy. [My forever love, @Dwayne Porter.] [My forever love, @Abigail Balmer.] Then she turned to comfort me. "He just lost a dare game, that's all. Don't take it to heart." Everyone mocked me as the man who'd married into money, too spineless to fight back. But I never made a scene. What they didn't know was that I'd struck a deal with the System. Every time Abigail was unfaithful, one year of her lifespan would transfer to me. By my count, of the eighty years she should have lived, she now had exactly one left. All I had to do was survive until the New Year, and she'd meet her natu

And the sorries of a dead man don't fix a broken heart, do they? But to show you just how sorry I am, I have left you fifty percent of my wealth. This is not me trying to buy your forgiveness. It's me trying to support you and make up for everything that I did. I believe you are a very talented woman with big dreams that need to be watered. I hope that the money helps to nurture your dreams.

"He's here, he's here. He's here again." "F*ck, why is he everywhere?" "Even if he is really rich, didn't he just spend 300 million dollars to buy things? Why did he come here to join in the fun? Does he have the strength?" "You son of a bitch. Has 300 million dollars made him bankrupt? Is that why he's here, messing with us." "Yeah, he'll die anyway. It's better to auction all the things in the auction. At that time, he'll ruin a grand event with his own life. He'll achieve a reputation that he can't achieve in his whole life in this way."