I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?! Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “Just so I can know.” “What?” I blink. “Why?” He looks at me, calm as ever. “The real question is, why do you want a million dollars?” “Because I’m poor.” “You’re a Vanilli. You’re anything but poor.” “I have school debts. I am poor.” “You were owing. That has been settled.” My lips curve into a small, reluctant smile. “Thanks for that, by the way.” “It’s my duty. You don’t have to thank me.”

I don't even think that I can live with knowing that all the money I have can't help him. What good is having all this money if I can't even use it to help my father. Still I cannot bare the thought of losing the business. I have put in too much to just walk away from everything, which is why I have to make sure that I do everything I can to win. Isabella is a con artist, this should be the easiest job she could ever get. I don't know why she hasn't called me yet, I don't know why she is not signing the papers like I thought she would.

Instead, I turn back to Rico and resume lying on his chest. "How much do you need to get lost? Name your fucking price, bitch. I know girls like you are always after money and good looks. Is a million dollars sufficient for you?" I lowly chuckle at his absurd words. Does this idiot think he can afford me? I have billions in my account, and I haven't even touched Dad's money yet, what is a mere million?

"Whatever. Just make sure you don't tell anyone about this. I will see what I can do with your money." "Nah! You should know what you can do about it. By the way, let me ask you. Why are you doing this? Why did you do it?" "The money I guess." I shrugged. " I did it for the money. But it was a big mistake because right now, I don't have any peace." "Hmmm!! The money. You are indeed greedy." "Are you any better? And you, why are you also doing this?"

My broke boyfriend, who I'd been dating for the past five years, was now telling me he was extremely rich. I tried to recall what I said to him afterward. I told him, "Stop messing with me, Lance." I said, "It's okay if we're broke. We can make money." I insisted, "No way you're rich. You wouldn't have been lying to me all this time, right…?" "The watch I gave you last time? It cost over 400 thousand. You can check the official website or get someone to authenticate it."

He might see my question stupid, because why would I marry someone I didn't know at all? They won't understand my purpose, this is just a game to me. I'm here because he have the money, but if he don't have? I had already run away from him. A scammer is a scammer. I don't get attached, I get interested but I'm not interested enough to pry on his life. He faked a cough as he looked at me. Why is he so tense? “Ma'am, are you really unaware how rich the boss is?” he asked

I’ve had worse ideas. “We won’t have time to go to the casino tomorrow.” “Why not?” “Because you’ll still be working off that $30k.” Shit…you won’t see me complaining. Tell me how you want it! Like Missy said, put that thang down, flip it, and reverse it. “If you’re broke, just say that,” I teased playfully. He rolled his eyes and rolled over, positioning me on my back. “That $18 million has gone to your head. You still have a long way to go before you catch up to me.”

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.”

I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?" He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing."

If she hadn’t come along, that money would have been mine! Finally, when they’re done with the greetings, everyone settles down, and I resume talking, because I need answers, and I need them fast! “Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room? You’re supposed to be a multi-millionaire ... almost a billionaire, so how come you're broke all of a sudden? I'm still certain that this is all a bad joke.” I tell my dad, ignoring the other two, but he shakes his head, and to my astonishment, tears gather in his eyes.