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

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.

Jake said "Ahahahahaaha you know what if you want to joke, look for cheap jokes and not expensive jokes. Lilian said " Am not Joking" "Wait a minute, you are serious, No No no that can't be true I can't lost my baby that the only thing my husband your brother left for me to feel his presents, I can't lost my baby, Jake please go and bring my baby back. I want my baby. If Rhain hated me that much she would have better kill me and not killing my child. Jake told me what wrong I committed to her that made her do that to my baby. Lilian said crying fake tears while Jake put her head on his chest begging her to top crying.

“Liar.” She slid a newspaper through the bars. The headline screamed: *PHOENIX CEO ARRESTED FOR VANDALISM, FRAUD.* “Your empire is mine,” she said. “Just like I always wanted.” Leon crumpled the paper. “Why? Why keep hurting me?” Adriana’s smile faded. “Because you never learned. Love isn’t *earned*. It’s *taken*.” She left, her heels clicking down the hall. --- Jake drove through the night, the baby asleep in the backseat. Stephanie stared out the window, the city lights fading into darkness.

How could things be the same? In the end, I simply murmured, “Sure.” The world went quiet. The silence was only broken by the noise from the street and my beating heart in my tiny rental. That night, I didn’t sleep a wink. I wondered if poverty restricted my imagination. Terry could be some undercover billionaire, for all I knew. No way was he some modest billionaire that existed only in the world of literature, right? It was the most absurd thing ever. I bet he worked at a high-end club or art gallery. The backdrop was just a set.

“What? I couldn’t believe her. I gazed at my forty five year old mother and I could have sworn she was the most naive person that I had ever met. “What part of we are completely broke, don't you understand? We’ve defaulted on several monthly payments already. We’ll be foreclosed on at any moment! And you bought caviar?” “It is your favorite and,” she said, looking confused, as if she couldn’t understand why I was being so unreasonable. I couldn’t hold back the agony any longer. “Yes!” I screamed. “When dad was alive. When we were bloody rich, and when we weren’t on the brink of being fucking

Because he was willing to wait. Ethan stopped several feet away. “I used to think being your husband gave me the right to everything.” His eyes met hers. “Your time. Your loyalty. Your forgiveness.” He shook his head. “I was wrong.” Mia's eyes filled with tears. “You're changing.” “I have to.” “Why now?” Ethan's voice dropped. “Because losing you was the first thing in my life money couldn't fix.” Silence filled the room. Mia looked at him. For one dangerous moment, she wanted to close the distance between them.

In the third year of my relationship with Jason Lane, a woman named Yvonne Jones approaches me and slides a bank card across the table. "Here's one million to leave Jason." I stare at her in confusion. I can't understand why my boyfriend, a vocational school graduate who works as a delivery driver, is worth so much money. "Do you actually think Jason delivers food for a living?" She scoffs and pulls up a photo on her phone. In it, Jason is wearing an expensive suit I've never seen before, chatting and laughing with people while holding a golf club. "You're nothing but a toy to keep him entertained. He has bottles of wine that cost more than you make in a year, yet he only buys you gifts

Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

"Not everyone who's rich, is happy." "Huh?" I furrowed my brows at him. "Anyways…" he returned to smiling, sighed. "I'll be leaving now. Thanks for your company. I really appreciate it." "Oh. Okay." "See you tomorrow." He winked, as usual, and turned to take his leave. Again, and again, I just stood with widened eyes. I still needed an answer for the reason he was coming to me always. *** I yawned, feeling drowsy. My reading lamp light was twitching at every second, signaling that I had to fix or change it soon. But, how'd I get a new one now? I was literally broke. I guessed I was always broke.