I Remembered I Am Rich Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

She looked kind of familiar but I couldn't place my finger on how and why she looked familiar to me. One look at this girl and I knew she was from a home that was well loaded with money. That wasn't a reason to be arrogant. I'll keep saying it, being rich is not a reason to be arrogant and bitchy. One day, you just might experience what those so called paupers go through everyday to make a living. That you're rich may just be luck. "Well, what are you looking at?" She asked. I was so engrossed in my analysis of her that I even forgot she was talking.

I tried recalling my memories one after another, as though searching them for something that would reassure me. Everything I remembered was perfectly clear. My childhood... my grandfather... the enormous mansion where I lived with the servants. My friends, Misan and Mark. They were all genuine memories that I had lived through myself. I let out a quiet sigh and closed my eyes even tighter. From the moment I opened my eyes to this world, I had lived in a vast mansion overlooking endless beautiful gardens. Everything around me was luxurious: the spacious rooms, the long hallways, and the chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. Materially, I lacked nothing. My grandfather had given me everything

she said innocently. “Wow, that’s so much fun! You must really like it, playing with Mommy?” asked Mrs. Anita. Dinda nodded. “Yes, it’s fun, ma'am. But… I also like playing with Rich Daddy. He’s really nice and never gets mad at Mommy.” Mrs. Anita caught a special tone in Dinda’s answer and decided to gently probe deeper. “Wow, Rich Daddy seems like a nice person, honey. Are you happy with Daddy Sebastian too?”

Arianna said "She can't remember her memory. I don't wanna go poor. If she does I'm gonna kill myself father"She blurted out "I forbid you to say that. I won't let you kill yourself. I gonna found out what's going on please "Richmond said "you better do"She retorted "I should get going and you too before anyone suspect anything "She added and Richmond nodded ****** ACRADE BUSH. THE MUD HOUSE The night was beautiful. Ganny felt the saddest and most unsecure... the night air caressed her hot skin.

He must be extremely rich. "Is that all you remember darling?" He asked me again. Is that all... Wait. Does he remember? Oh no! What do I do now?!

Joyce asked someone to make a drink for the poor girl. Because there was a sense of impatience to wait for the girl's answer, William finally answered the question from his father. “Sorry Dad, it appears that the girl has a mental disorder! Her name is Jessica, even her face looks very depressed! I've been talking to her earlier, but she only answered little by little, even my car arrived at this company, she wasn't aware.” William immediately cut off his father's question, who had been asking Jessica a few questions, but there was no answer.