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

“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.

Not now. “You wouldn’t understand,” I said quietly. She laughed, bitter and broken. “Of course not. Because you never let me understand, Myron. You just keep pushing and pulling and breaking me every time I try to breathe.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and it killed me. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to hold back everything clawing to get out. “You don’t know what’s at stake—”

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.

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

He steps closer, gripping my wrist suddenly. “What do you take us for? Fools? You keep showing up everywhere. What now? You’re broke and need money?” His tone is amused. It stings. Not because he says them, but because somehow it’s partly true. A soft scoff escapes me. “Yes. I’m broke. So?” His fingers tighten slightly. “So what? You expect us to help you with finances?” I yank my hand free, pressing the sore spot with my other palm. “Look,” I say steadily, “even if I’m broke, I will never come to you for help. I’ll always find a way. Just like I’m doing right now. Just like I’ve been doing all these years.”

"The thing is..." "Oh wait..." I raise a finger. "Could it be you need money or something like that? But I would still advise you to actually give it some more time. And maybe I can actually lend you some." "I'm sorry," he says as he lowers his head. "I'm not in dire need of money. But there is a reason why I have been able to maintain my wealth." He drums two fingers against his skull. "This right here, using my brain." "Which is why I'm pulling out now when I can. Before the Pack crumbles and everything results in a loss. I don't want that."

Because I can't even afford them with my essence points, like seriously broke. "I am beyond broke." "Hey System, why can't you just convert my gold coins into essence?" [Sorry, but I can't grant such a luxurious feature to someone as shamelessly broke as you.] Tch. I'll let that snarky comment slide this time, it's been a while since we last conversed. I turned to Richard, who didn't seem bothered by my earlier disregard for him as I talked to thin air. "You've been a tremendous help this time," I praised him.

Well, the girl thought it was more difficult than a mouse. "How?" Tangerine asked Uno. "I learned how to change old money to a new one, now I got millions." The young man answered. Wait what? Are you millions? Why is there so much old money that this person has to make millions of his money and your resort quickly? "No one told me that the currency of my money was way too expensive, the value was too high, I almost drowned in the amount." It's boasting.