Novel & Cerita I Remembered I Am Rich

I murmured aloud, more to myself than to him. The driver tilted his head. "Pardon?" I met his gaze in the mirror. "Not all rich people are like that.” I said, “ Some are... good. Decent. The kind that help people without needing to be asked." Even HE was, back then, but that was before he'd forgotten me. The reminder of the past, the one which only I held the memories of, made my heart clench. I fought back the ache as the driver gave a thoughtful hum.

“ Richie ! She’s not my patient , I’m not an actual doctor, She needs to see an actual doctor , I have no idea how amnesia works , I helped her come back to live now let’s hand her over to an actual doctor “ His mother said and Richard sighed . “ I didn’t say you aren’t allowed to take her to the hospital or whatever , what I’m saying is , We have to make sure that she is well “ “ I’m just a healer and not a professional doctor , She doesn’t seem to remember basic things, it’s obviously amnesia, So what can my herbs do about it , Richard! Let’s take her to a hospital now!” “ What’s wrong with me ?” I asked from behind, After listening to them argue about what to do with me . “ Do you remembe

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

meeting. -We come home Nicolas. I don't really have the mind to hang out with these rich kids talking to them about things they won't be able to understand. -Excuse me sir but you forget that you are as rich as them and even more than them! -Just Nicolas! I am rich. They are rich kids. There is a difference in the fact that I earned the money with my own hands while they inherit those from their parents. -I understand sir but it surprises me that between rich you sometimes denigrate yourself.

they wanted to dissect the Mother. The Gilded Toll pulsed again. A memory of the day I made my first million in New York—the smell of the leather chair in my high-rise office—vaporized into gold dust. I knew I had been rich. I knew I had won. But the feeling of that success was gone. The stone moved up another fraction of an inch, claiming the first knuckle of my ring finger. "Why are you telling me this?" I rasped at Rook.

I felt as if I was relieving my horrible past again as the memories which I wanted to forget were all coming back despite me smoking weed to forget. With anger at Ricky for causing this, as I turned to glare at him, I saw him stare back at me. "I know who you are, Nathan Curtis Silverman The billionaire." "So what? Have you been researching me like some kind of cop? I hope you found what you’re looking for as I'm no longer a billionaire. I DON'T have bloody money to give you!" I said shouting at him in anger for daring to look into my past without my consent.

I couldn't distinguish the designer labels that lined within and everything appeared to be more lavish than I might have owned. Vulnerability grasped my heart as I contemplated whether I was wealthy, had I been voyaging or was this my life? My brain was hustling as I raked my fingers through the textures yet every time I attempted to remember anything, the stinging pain in my head just increased . I let out a sigh, grasped my head and groaned as the strain felt like an unconquerable weight. "Why can't I remember?"I asked myself faintly feeling so unimportant despite everything

that I have no fucking privacy! A 14-year-old child made his name in the press! BECAUSE! I am holding the most expensive legacy in the whole world! Yet that is my regret! That regret why did I opened that fucking legacy! "Am I a billionaire?" I asked myself as the lights flashed at me. Cameras! I thought I was the Tycoon that has been never heard of! Like those hidden boss behind those behind bosses among behind bosses! Even the most attractive lady would even kneel at me!

The environment was cool and spacious and I fought the urge to open my mouth in awe. I had always thought that my Dad was wealthy until I met Dominic. and Nelly was a good replica of her cousin. if my Dad was rich, then Dominic was wealthy. filthy wealthy. since I met Dominic and Nelly, they haven't failed to awestruck me with their dazzling wealth and classic living. not that we were poor but this was overwhelming.

RAINORA. I trudged down the narrow dirty street leading to our cramped old house, my chest tight with humiliation. It still burned in my cheeks as I recalled the store clerk's impatient sigh, the murmurs of those behind me in line, and the pointed judgmental stares that followed me as my card had declined. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, his voice even. "Your card's been rejected." My stomach had dropped as I frantically tried to explain, "Can you rerun it? There must be a