Novel & Cerita I Remembered I Am Rich

my mind drifted back to my parents immediately. I noticed I've been so selfish to have been carried away by the expensive things in Gonzalez mansion..... I even forgot I left them with tears in their eye. How riches works faster than emotions Yeah I've always wanted a fancy life but not this kind.....not this kind with an old man and not also this kind without my mom and dad. Just stepping into this mansion, I had forgotten about everything.....even Gonzalez....but now I feel everything coming back and I feel I've cheated my mom....my dad....just because of an expensive mansion.

CHAPTER 58: I WILL DO WHAT I WANT. Richard strolled into the mansion from the backyard with his phone in his hand. As usual, he was busy pressing the hell out of it. It was already getting late in the evening but he seemed to be in a very good mood as he kept scrolling past different posts on the internet related to his hobby.

Do I deserve him? "Let's go". Showing seriousness on his face but having love in his eyes, he said. "Listen! I actually wanted to tell you something". I said. Since I was developing true feelings for him. So I wanted to be honest with him. "In the beginning, when we met. I thought that you were some spoiled rich brat who bet with his friends to date a poor girl like me. So, I dated you for money. You paid my debts and also bought a house for me. I was so sure in my thoughts, that I became selfish. I took all that money thinking that you are also using me. But now it is confirmed that we met in childhood. And maybe that was the reason, the wolf inside you recognized me. And you came to me. No

And as if that wasn't bad enough, he suddenly heard a voice in his head. It was his inner demon, taunting him as usual. "Oh, look at you, Welbeck. You're a mess. No wonder nobody wants to be around you. And you call yourself a successful businessman? You're nothing compared to me. I'll make you rich if you just let me have my way with you."

The more I try to remember, the more I forget,and the aches in my head got even worse every time I try. I could overhear Aiden telling the doctor, I can't remember anything, I wasn't much interested in their conversation, it was obvious I lost my memory,I don't even know who I am. "What is his name Aiden?" I asked. "He doesn't have a name yet,we wanted you to give him one" he said, walking towards me as the doctor and nurse took their leave. "He is so handsome," I said. "What about me mama?" Raymond asked. "Oh Ray,you are also handsome" I chuckled.

"Hmmm." "I won't deny, love, that those who possess a huge amount of money are not rude and selfish, but you see like every finger is not same, just like that, not every other rich person is." she looked at all her fingers one by one examining whether they are same or different from one another. After she was satisfied, raised her head looked at me grinning and said, "And you are the best richest person I have ever met." As if everyone gets to meet a lot of rich people daily.

Swaine sat in the front row, waving both arms wildly and shouting, "My brother is amazing!" At that moment, I possessed the influence and opportunities I had never dared dream of in my previous life. I gathered my thoughts and signed my name on the agreement before me. In my last life, I chose warmth and simplicity. In this one, I chose legacy and depth. After stepping off the stage, I opened my notebook. Beside a photograph of two boys standing shoulder to shoulder, I wrote a single sentence: "Nothing in life was stolen away. We simply made different choices."

#ScandalQueen #RuinedBeforeMarriage #Daddy’sDisgrace Every headline clawed at her skin. She could hear her father’s voice already. “You’ve embarrassed us.” Her mother’s silence would be worse. And the public… the public was crueler than any parent. But amidst all the noise, she clung to that one image. Her and Elijah. Laughing. Happy. Before the lies. Before the gala. Before Talia. That memory whispered a truth the world tried to erase: she was still her, and she was still capable of choosing love over survival. She stood up shakily and pulled on her robe tighter. Her reflection in the hallway mirror startled her—eyes red, lips trembling, hair wild. But her gaze was steady.

“Weird, screaming someone else's name while you're with me.” She burst out laughing, heaving from our scrumptious ordeal. I waltzed to the mirror and stared at myself. I liked what I saw. I was no longer that scrawny, dirty boy that roamed the streets begging for food. I am rich now. My mum had everything she could ever need. My… Her face shimmered and appeared in the mirror, just as the thought of her entered my mind. Not entered…focused on her, because I never stopped thinking about her.

Worth every moment of discomfort I was experiencing. "Yes, Mr. Rich," she said, and I caught the slight tremor in her voice. "I'm fine." I let myself smile—just a little, just enough—before turning back to my plate. Two could play this game. And I'd been playing much, much longer than she had.