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

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?"

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

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.

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.”

“If you want to drag this to court, go ahead. Hurry up. Because at the end of the day your wealth will be split right down the middle, and trust me, I will spend every last penny I have making sure you walk away with nothing.” He sniffed hard, little tears slipping free and trailing down his cheeks. His whole body seemed to fold inward. “W… why are you doing this?” The question came out broken, raw. “Why are you trying so hard to break me? You know how much I… you know I need this money.” I stayed seated on the edge of the desk, letting a mocking smile curl my lips. “Well… you cheated.” The reminder landed like a slap. I watched his shoulders flinch.

I hear Tobias ask with concern lacing his words as he pushes back on his chair and stands. I tuck my phone back into my bag and then wipe my face using the palms of my hands. Turning around to face him, I don’t bother trying to hide the sensations of defeat plastered across my tired face. “I’m broke.” I simply state with my heart crumbling in the nest of my chest. “I’ve lost my boyfriend to my sister, my bakery, and quite possibly my home along with my dignity.” My voice slightly cracks.

He even took away the money that didn't belong to him. Her mother had her own business. Her brother took over that business as well. He was the greediest man I had ever seen in my life. And as far as I knew, he was only bankrupting both companies. He just wanted to have everything so he could continue to gamble and he also got addicted to the drugs.

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting

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.”