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

Doing so isn’t going to bring my late boyfriend back. I need the money to do all the things that I plan to do, as well as other resources, which I obviously do not have. I wasn’t exactly rich to begin with, having spent almost all my money chasing after Jessica and trying to reclaim my inheritance, a venture that failed woefully. So, as usual, I hit Richard up to ask him for money.

Georgina These past three days has driven me into a state of loss, I'm a thin line away from losing my fucking mind, just when I thought I've finally escaped from this hoodlum that has been restored money from me, he came again with videos upon videos upon videos and just in three fucking days I've emptied my bank account, I have nothing on me anymore, I'm going crazy, I'm fucking loosing it and these God damn fool is still requesting for another money today,

I asked turning back to the laptop on the desk. "You power thirst woman!...you don't even care about how weak I look. The car broke down somewhere secluded and I couldn't get someone to work on the car" "So, you're saying you had to walk home?" I cut in. "Exactly my complaints!" He rasped angrily and I rolled my eyes. "You foolish fat man. You've been asking stupid questions on the reason am after the wealth...well now you see!! "We are going broke. You lavished the little grandpa gave you and the truth is, we are no different from beggers on the street!

“Where did you get so much money? Did you rob a bank?” “If I did, do you think I’d be able to sit here and talk to you? Also, do you think I could get 80 million from robbing a bank?” “Then, where did you get the money?” “I made the money.” “How?” “I can’t explain to you in just a few sentences. I’ve not done anything illegal, and you only need to know that your brother is a true nouveau riche now.” “Does my mother know?” “No.” “How many people know?”

“You’re not on her level. So all this is nothing more than something vain. You are only wasting your strength and resources, my dear friend.” “Jensen, please stop it,” I asked, feeling bad for Finn. “You really have a fine touch,” Finn said to me, looking a little disillusioned. “But I had no idea you could be this rich.” “I’m not rich, Finn. At least not anymore,” I said, correcting him. “I already said that my parents went bankrupt, and there was nothing left of my past.” That one I said, looking at Jansen. I wanted him to understand that he was being inconvenient.

she said " I know, but finding such a girl is so hard nowadays. People always want to become rich but most of them don't know the insecurities that come with wealth. You always think that someone is after your money and you sometimes fail to notice the real ones from the crowds "Ryan said before going on," and besides, with my history when it comes to dating, I highly doubt if I'm ever going to date again "

“Are you looking down on me? I’m not a broke loser like you. Two million is nothing.” “Words don’t mean anything. Show me real cash.”

"We're broke." Now was the time to laugh, but I couldn't. Not with the way he said it and the way he looked. I frowned, my handa raised in the air for a second and dropped down as I began yapping. "What do you mean broke? We've been living fine. If this is your excuse for not getting me the birkin I asked for, I'm not pleased. It's just five hundred thousand dollars. Besides, you have lots of savings. Your company is worth a hundred times more so how on earth can you bloody broke?"

When she saw me, she frowned impatiently and urged, “Are you the new nanny? Don’t just stand there! “God, this is so annoying. The last one died, and now the baby won’t stop crying. I don’t have time for this. I’ve to go buy a limited-edition bag. Only one person gets to buy it. If I’m late, I’ll miss out on it!” I sized her up. Her outrageous words left me speechless. The woman before me bore no resemblance to the plain, country girl from the photos I had seen. Money could truly change people. When I was still rooted in place, Phoebe stamped her foot irritably. “Hello? Are you deaf or something? Who do you work for? I’m reporting you.” I sneered and said, “I’m not a nanny. I’m here catching