I Remembered I Am Rich Novels & Stories

Then to Tita Maribel who frowned as if she couldn't believe she was holding a dollar in her hands as she left for the door. My cursed little rectangle of absolute power. Where a few days ago, before my death, an ordinary 10$, now became 100,000$. This wasn’t luck. This wasn’t coincidence. This was divine accounting. Cosmic compensation. And somehow, I was the only one who realized the world had flipped upside down and no one got the memo. Everyone around me was living like the economy hadn’t done a full triple somersault. But I knew. I remembered. And now? I wasn’t just alive. I was fucking rich enough to burn the past—and rebuild it in my name.

“Absolutely. I got my best blow job there—and it was dirt cheap.” “Remember that gypsy we saw?” “In the purple tent that smelled like a skunk’s ass? Definitely. Why?” “You remember your fortune?” “Uh…I think so.” He squinted his eyebrows as he tried to remember. “Something about me being rich…which did come true. And then some bullshit about a woman loving me for me…but then I leave her? I can’t remember it word for word. Why do you ask?”

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

Everything had happened so suddenly. She had raised her chin and looked down at me with disdain. "I'm not going to live in poverty. Enya, you can bear that hardship for me." She eventually got what she wanted and joined a wealthy family, yet the smile on her face faded a little more with each passing day. Now, I was the one who stepped into the luxurious Lincoln limousine. As he drove, the driver briefed me on the rules I was expected to follow once we arrived at the Taylor residence.

I spun around, and the anticipated pain never came. I opened my eyes. The person behind me shielded me while simultaneously giving Simon a hard kick. Caught off guard, Simon stumbled clumsily to the floor. He looked up in anger and growled, “You dare kick me?! “Wait, you’re M-Mr. Windsor!” Simon’s expression shifted instantly. Iris, who was standing nearby, looked up that instant. She saw Justin Windsor, the heir of the wealthiest family, beside me.

“I was thinking about something my mother told me when I was a child.” He opened his eyes, and a gentle smile formed on his full lips. “What did she tell you?” “She said that you can either have wealth or love. It can never be both. I think it was her way of explaining why we used to be poor. Except she didn't give me her love either.” A wry smile appeared, and Darren instantly leaned closer, kissing me as if he tried to take away all the bad memories. I corrected my smile then. “I just think I'm exceptionally lucky.”

The thought had surprised him because he was hardly ever interested in women in that way, and now they were seated in close proximity and talking, the dirty thought still lingered. It was made for her. “As you said before, I seem harmless,” She replied in a sultry voice that made him want to take her lips in his. “That I am.” "Then?" Prince Aldric raised a brow in question or as a signal for her to continue.“I know this will sound crazy but I’m from the future.” She said lowering her eyes. Prince Aldric was a bit taken aback by her answer but that was the only answer that made sense. It sounded nonsensical but it was the only answer that solved the puzzle. Considering the contents of her bag

Charles complimented almost making me laugh “Trust me they are not just rich, they are filthy rich” “That means your father must be rich if he has a rich bestfriend, am I right?” He asked as we entered the kitchen, I paused for a while, not giving him an immediate answer, “Uhm did I say something wrong?” I smile and turned to him, “Of course not, it's just that it reminded me of my father, and yes you're right my parents are so rich, but when they died everything we had was seized by the banks who claimed my father took a loan from them”