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

Lily’s POV I am angry, I am tired, I am a lot of other things, but being broke tops them all. And that's why I am doing this now and sitting in front of my computer. I only need one fifty thousand dollars for now, I can keep working for my college funds. I just need to pass through this phase of my life successfully. Then I can fulfill my own dreams...

But because she would always choose again. Again and again— no matter the outcome, no matter the cost, no matter how many times the world tried to force her into something predictable. --- And that was the truth they had failed to understand from the beginning: You can break a system. You can destroy control. You can even rewrite the rules. But you can never defeat something… That refuses to stop choosing.

She laughed hysterically. “I need money,” she said afterwards. “I need about fifty thousand pounds. Just in case you want to know why I need it, I’m terribly broke and so is Bajie. We can’t stay hungry, can we? I can’t have a rich friend and still live insignificantly.” “You have no right to ask me for money,” I replied. “And fifty thousand pounds? Is that a joke? It’s more than you have ever made in your life.” “I have been making money in the wrong way. That’s why I am still poor. I am a changed person now though. I will make it the right way,” Marie replied confidently.

Because I had nothing to lose. “Too bad.” I forced a smile. “I don't have shit in my name…” His grip on my hair got harder, and I muffled a groan. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “It means…that I don't have any wealth in my name. I'm literally a poor man. Poor as a damn church rat.” His eyes twitched in confusion. “What?” “You heard me.” “That's impossible,” he seethed. “Don't you dare try messing with me…”

“Are you sure? There’s no return policy.” “Not a problem. I would never get tired of you…” “Even if I grow old and weary?” “You will still be the most handsome man in the world to me.” “What if I go broke?” “You can never go broke,” I laughed, turning to wrap my arms around his neck. “Besides, if you did, I can support us both. I'm a rich woman." He laughed, and I stared in awe at how beautiful he looked. I want to drown in the sea of his smiles forever and ever.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

Ignoring his comment, I faced the brute and explained, "I've deposited the money for this month. We don't have anything left right now." The man, apparently unmoved by my plea, continued his menacing tirade. "My wife just gave birth, and I need money for milk and diapers. Do you understand that?" Killian stepped forward, the air of arrogance around him intensifying. "Ah, yes, the classic 'my wife just gave birth' excuse. Quite original." I shot Killian a glare, urging him to let me handle the situation. Turning my attention back to the intruder, I pleaded, "Destroying my house won't magically produce more money. It'll only delay the next payment. We're broke, can't you understand that?"

He’s not like me. Financially, he’s way out of my league. People like him end up with people LIKE HIM. The rich kind. Right now, I’m just a struggling nobody. A beautiful broke person if you’d have it. I giggle, finally shaking the laziness off to walk to the window. I unlock the handle and push it out then return to check my food.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Maybe if I tried to explain the situation. "I had your money. It was all saved up, and I was going to pay you back." I sniffled loudly and wiped away one of the tears with the back of my hand. "But my ex-boyfriend stole it from me. He left and took all my money. I'm completely broke. I'll fix it, I just need more time—" "More time?! Do I look like I'm joking? Do you think I'm some kind of fool?" "Please, I—"