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

And I had already taken about a whooping 90% of my assets and invested them in a very huge deal which I knew would actually accumulate into something big, but right now this present situation is beginning to make all my plans fall into so many dangerous pieces. If nothing is done now to reverse this rubbish within the next three hours, then I am definitely going bankrupt. Where the hell am I going to look up to to regain a whole whooping 100 billion dollars to pay these guys right now? I feel so confused and extremely infuriated as I slap my palm against my forehead with acute annoyance. God knows that the moment I am finally able to get out of this, I'm going to fucking look for him, and I'

“If I had been there, I’d have drawn the line for him. Right down the middle of that pretentious dinner table, cutting through his designer arrogance and that ridiculous tux.” Aria laughed, despite herself. “You would’ve been banned from the Stone residence.” “Please. Like I haven’t been banned from worse.” Mia flopped back against the couch. “But seriously, why do you even want to return the money? I’d consider it payment for emotional damages. Or a tax for his rudeness. Aria chuckled again, setting her laptop aside. “Because I don’t want any strings. Even invisible ones. If he pays me too much, then maybe he thinks I owe him something.”

The messages that followed were flooded with vulgar comments and people chiming in with agreement. In the three years we'd been together, I'd bailed her out of bankruptcy twice. The first time, I sold the house my grandmother left me. Iris held me close and promised she'd give me another home. Instead, we lived in a basement apartment with a 400-dollar monthly rent for two years before she came back with another IOU, this time for two million. I still didn't blame her. I took out the money my mother had saved for my future wedding and covered what she owed.

“They’ll come back. They’re not just some petty assassin—they’re targeting you… targeting us through you.” I shivered. “Why me?” I whispered. “What do they want? My bond… my power… why?” My voice cracked, a tremor betraying how small I felt under the weight of everything. My wolf answered with a low growl, a primal protest at my fear, urging me to remember my strength.

They were also scavenged from the meals I skipped daily, eating only once just to save a little more. "That's a great idea!" Steven suddenly shot up straight, eyes lit up. "I'll gather a few guys together to put on a show tomorrow!" Tears spilled onto my phone uncontrollably the moment the screen went dark. I recalled how I'd taken three jobs at once last winter, just to make more money. One night, as I got off work at 3:00 am, I slipped on an icy road and ended up smashing my knee open. But that was also the day my bank balance finally crossed six figures.

"Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!" "When are you going to drop this act? Don't tell me you're actually falling for Aimee Sinclair, that little country bumpkin!" Isaiah's voice came through clearly, mocking. "Are you kidding me? She's just a distraction and nothing more. She's not worthy of my feelings." He laughed cruelly. "When I told her I was over a million dollars in debt, she said she'd stick by me and help me pay it off. I've never met anyone more gullible or pathetic in love."

I fumed. “It’s been days already. Build a bridge and get over it. You sound like a broken record woman” He spat right back at me. What a rude and ungrateful man. These rich people and thinking that they could do whatever they want simply because they could afford a few things. And then there was me, who left my share of the wealth and ended up on the streets. I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly “Well you sound like someone who's about to be broken” I retorted.

****** My heart swells up again In undefined pain What treasure I store It's lost fear Do I too have No love for self Do I still run The huge money race Where did I begin When did I loss My inner self In search of a Good in friend What is pain What a disgust is life again Hey me understand For it's the only fair I am no more running The money race Not participating In this human race I need to build myself Safe and without cage In the upper range In the peak stage I don't care for Enormous wealth Just as wealth Never Cared for my dreams Any way Every way Why wealth? I asked a rich He had nothing to speak Did wealth melt away

I let out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking my head slightly. “You’re not going to like it,” I mutter. “I’ll decide that,” she says softly. God. I close my eyes for a second, then open them again. No running….not this time. “Because I’m broke, Marcella.” The words come out flat at first, but they land heavy between us. “I’m… fucking broke,” I repeat, quieter now, like saying it twice somehow makes it more real. “I don’t have money. I don’t have connections. I don’t have… anything impressive.”

It broke with a sharp, sickening crunch. “Are you still not done creating a mess?” he said, his voice low and tight. “It's just a van. You're rich. You can afford a new one,” I dismissed, walking past him. If it was his latest lover who broke it, he wouldn't act this way towards them. “It’s not affordable,” he said, almost in a loud voice. “Then I’ll buy you this exact same one from the exact same artist, since you make a big deal out of it,” I said, barely sparing him a glance.