I Remembered I Am Rich Novels & Stories

She thought, stressing her memories. TBC.. 😱 Statement of wealth😱 🥺 Could it be that they are also rich 🥺

How I reached here ? " Do you remember who are you and what happened to you ?" he asked gently . ​​Shit ! Who am I. I tried to dig information from my brain but I couldn't remember anything . I tried hard to recall but it just increase the aching . I groaned in pain . I don't remember anything from my past .

I said with a brief smile. She returned her gaze forward and we resumed our journey in silence. I was busy marveling at the room when I caught a sight of the bathroom and my jaw almost dropped to the floor. “Tch,” she scoffed, “why do you look so shocked?” Wasn’t it obvious enough? “You guys are filthy rich.” Every corner of the room was literally glittering. I heard her laugh behind me, “my brother told me you lost your memories, is that true?” All the excitement I felt was gone in an instant, “it is, unfortunately I can’t remember who I am.” This I admitted in shame.

I stated coldy "Y...yes m...miss"she said and bowed her head I threw the corpse of the dead puppy and walked to my room I turned on the shower and within minutes I was done bathing I caught a glance of my reflection from the mirror I can't believe am young and f#cking rich Penny the only billionaire whose so lonely Since it was still already late...I wore a transparent nighte ...I climbed my king size bed and drafted off to sleep TBC

I repeated as though I wasn’t at all interested in such fame and wealth. ***END OF FLASHBACK***

He said explaining everything as if I was not aware of his intentions as he can never Remember Me without having any type of motives behind it. “I’m listening as long as you don't want me to get another rich body for you as you can only make me do things like this when I’m not breathing and as much as I know only when I am breathing you can keep taking advantage of all this inheritance on your own,” I replied cleaning everything before he takes advantage of anything one second.

I rolled to the side, and something crinkled beneath me. The file. I picked it up slowly, flipping it open without thinking. Page after page, numbers that didn’t look real stared back at me. Properties. Accounts. Assets. My name attached to all of it like some kind of mistake the universe forgot to correct. No matter how many times I looked at it, It still didn’t feel real. “I’m actually… wealthy,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. “Like… wealthy wealthy…” The words felt foreign in my mouth. Like I was saying someone else’s life out loud.

I scanned everything around me, my heart starting to beat faster and faster oh good lords. What am I doing in a rich room? I thought, staring at the fancy furniture and the huge windows have never see a room or entered a room like this before. Then it all came rushing back. The alley. Walking home after my shift. That guy. Those cold blue eyes. The van. The cloth over my face. Everything going black. Wait. Now I remember. The guy from yesterday. Oh my god. Wait, am I kidnapped? Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I'm doomed. I'm so doomed.

All my dreams are coming true. I'm one of the richest women in the world. A title that I've always wanted to hold. Growing up, I saw the flashy and fabulous lives that rich people lived. The flashy cars and the flashy clothes and the flashy houses and the flashy friends. I knew that life was meant for me. And now I'm living it. All thanks to Luca Giovanni.

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm