I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?! の小説・ストーリー

I had earned more than twenty-four million over the past two and a half years, and I would be helping two lovers reunite. Not only would I make money, but I would also be doing something good. After I packed up, I wondered how I could leave without Shaun noticing. Right then, he said that he had to travel south for a while. Even God wanted to help me earn that twenty million, it seemed. “Come with me, honey. I remembered something very important. This time, I’m definitely going to recover all of my memories.” “I’m not going.” I did not even look up. “I don’t want to.”

"That was before I donated it all away to the university, though. Now, I'm back to being a broke-*ss again. I wasn't kidding about being broke, though. The money I have is kinda… They just turn into worthless pieces of paper in my hands, you know? I can't use them at all." "Goddamn, it's like you rich people speak a completely different language than us plebs, too. 'Money is just a bunch of worthless pieces of paper in my hands.' You do know that sounds like the grandest humble brag ever, right?" Craig quipped. "In any case, you've been promoted to becoming the leader of our pack. Not bad. I managed to befriend a billionaire's son!"

And who is stupid enough to try and break into my house? *******************************************

"How can you even say that when you know the last thing I've wanted all these years is to see your sister again after what she did to us?" "Then how the hell do you know she's here? How did you see her, Blake?" "Because I'm broke!" he shouted, jumping up from the chair and clutching his head in both hands. Carly staggered back, stunned, shaking her head like she hadn't heard him right. "Excuse me… what did you just say?" "I said I'm broke, Carly. Bankrupt. Flat-out ruined. In the red!" he shouted, the frustration boiling over while she pressed her lips into a tight, pale line but said nothing. "I'm broke! That's why I saw your sister!"

“You can't do that! I want a shot at that scholarship and I'm going to get it.” “No you won't.” I shook my head turning away as the bell for class rang. “But you'll be fine, you don't need it.” He watched me incredulously. “What does that matter? You're trying to take it, for whatever reason and you're the one who needs it the least. That doesn't—” Right, I thought. I am still supposed to be super duper rich. I shrugged, taking care to keep it

"You show up with this convenient story about children? If those kids are really his, why the hell did you keep them from him all this time? Why show up now?" "Kaitlyn, that's enough—" I stepped forward, trying to get between them. She talked right over me. "Is it money?" She laughed, sharp and mocking. "Is that what this is about? You need money, so you come back with some sob story to get a payout?" She reached for her purse, yanking it open. "Because if that's what you need, I'll just write you a check right now. How much? Fifty thousand? A hundred? Name your price and get out."

One more limitation. He sighed and rested his head against the cold glass of the window. He pulled out his phone and checked his bank account. Up one million today. The thrill was small. He put his phone away still unhappy with the work before him. What was he going to do if this kept happening? It was the money that drove him. It was the thrill of seeing his bank accounts go up. He did everything possible to keep that happening. The last month with the RentTech fiasco bringing his numbers down had nearly destroyed him.

“Then what do you call sleeping with women that I slept with? And you know what? You, pathetic has been trying so hard to get the people’s attention when all you ever wanted was to be me. Because I’m cool, I’m awesome, and I’m always me. And you? You are nothing but a pretender, a user, and broke. Do you think I don’t know you’re drowning in debt? Well, news flash, Sawyer. After all these troubles, I’m still fucking rich. I’m still a fucking billionaire with a family, real friends, and I’m living my life to the fullest!” For the first time, he looked surprised that I knew he had nothing left.

I corrected. "Like I have a job? All you rich folks are the same…

"You're not the richest person in the world." "But you want to like the richest person in the world, don't you? Can you even get close to them? I'm the wealthiest person you can get close to, which is why you like me." "So, you think you lose your charm if you don't have money?"