I Remembered I Am Rich Novels & Stories

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

Abel thought for a moment and asked, “What do you want to know about?” Ruth asked seriously, “Tell me something I don’t know about you! Something interesting that no one else knows!” Abel said calmly, “My evaluation in the financial reports is too one-sided. I’m actually not the richest man in Sommerset anymore.” In moments, countless shocking guesses popped up in Ruth’s mind. “Promotion of the marketing account? A fake tycoon who’s actually poor? He went bankrupt recently?”

My cheek burned like fire. The crowd went silent. I locked my eyes on Clara, refusing to flinch. My silence rattled Clara, but she lifted her chin again. "What are you looking at? Dressed like a pauper and still trying to play the heiress? If this jet is really yours, I'll bow and scrape." I broke free of their grip and yanked the ribbon off the tail. "Clara, do you even realize those letters, SV, are my initials?" "Shut up, you shameless bitch! Still running your mouth?"

In hindsight, the so-called presents were probably just random items she'd had someone gather up without even checking what they were. The only decent gift she'd ever given me was a watch she'd bought from a street vendor for 80 dollars after her first business succeeded. I'd thought she was being wasteful and gotten upset with her over it. But Iris just looked at me like I was amusing. She called me foolish and asked what would happen if she actually got rich someday and I still refused to spend money. Back then, I thought she was worried about me. Now I realized she genuinely thought I was stupid.

"I guess you don't remember what you said yesterday. You told me to my face that you didn't beg me to do it for you, so why not take it back then? Maybe until you beg me for it then." Richard chuckles, disbelieving everything he's hearing. "You've been planning this for a long time haven't you? Where are you now?!" He yells "You can't come here even if you wanted to. Just forget the company and start over. You are a rich man aren't you? A man, so virile that he raised his hand to his wife every fucking morning. A man full of vitality that he slept with his secretary and showed no remorse to his wife."

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

“Why don’t I bring you to Volk Corp and give you a tour of the place?” “Are you trying to watch your paycheck slip through your fingers?” “No!” I hurriedly said. “According to Google, revisiting familiar places helps restore memories, and Volk Corp is the perfect place for that. I just want you to recover your memories.” ‘So that you can give me the two million you promised,’ I added in my heart. Shaun must have thought that my reason made sense and nodded begrudgingly. “Aurora? What a coincidence!” It was a familiar voice, and it was too late to flee. I forced out a polite smile and greeted the person who had called out. “It’s really a coin—”

You made me nobody. The only thing I have now is my riches. Aside that, nothing else. The same way you have ruined my life, I will ruin yours as well. "The only thing I have is my wealth and riches sir." I said. "Don't you have parents?" I asked. "I don't. I'm orphan." I said. "What?" He asked.

"Thank you for saving me and sorry for the trouble. You still haven't eaten your breakfast so I brought you coffee that could make you warm--" "What do you want this time? Half a billion?" She frowned. She didn’t expect those words from him. "What do you mean?" Mirco chuckled without humor. "You've been asking for money, remember?" he said mockingly. "What?!" She placed the cup on the bench when Mirco didn't get it and stood up. "I haven't asked anyone anything, especially for money!" "Amnesia? Do you think I'm buying that?" His eyes were filled with anger once again. Is it just really because of the money he's accusing her she received? Or there's more?

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy. I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month. The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.” “Yes, Your Highness!” I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.