Novel & Cerita I Remembered I Am Rich

That thought arrived from nowhere, and it frightened me more than it should have, because I didn’t know where it came from or why it felt true the second I thought it. The memory surfaced that night, uninvited, the way old memories sometimes did when you finally stopped running from them. I was maybe nineteen. Home from school for the summer, wandering past my father’s study late one night looking for something to eat, and I’d heard his voice through the half-open door, low, careful, the tone he only used with people he was afraid of. “It’s handled, Richard. The girl won’t remember enough to matter.” I hadn’t thought about that sentence in ten years. I’d barely registered it at the time, som

Rocky whispers, smiling still. “No,” I firmly decline, I don't want anything to do with this man, that one night of outlandish was enough. Mr crazy comes forward and introduces himself, seemingly normal when he speaks. “Hi, I'm Adrian. Adrian Moretti.” I don't shake his hand, I merely stare at it and then lift my gaze to his. His stare is expressionless, he has this blank look in his eyes like most rich people I've met. “We've met,” I feign a smile. “A very unpleasant encounter if you ask me.”

****** My heart swells up again In undefined pain What treasure I store It's lost fear Do I too have No love for self Do I still run The huge money race Where did I begin When did I loss My inner self In search of a Good in friend What is pain What a disgust is life again Hey me understand For it's the only fair I am no more running The money race Not participating In this human race I need to build myself Safe and without cage In the upper range In the peak stage I don't care for Enormous wealth Just as wealth Never Cared for my dreams Any way Every way Why wealth? I asked a rich He had nothing to speak Did wealth melt away

My voice echoed inside the car. He remained silent. I pressed my fingers against my temple. I needed him to understand. I needed him to remember. “Do you remember who you were before me?” “Yes.” “Then you remember who gave you a chance.” “I remember.” “Who gave you money.” “I remember.” “Who trusted you.” “I remember.” “Who loved you.” Silence. I waited. My breathing became shallow. Finally, Hart said: “I remember that too.” For one brief second, I thought I’d won.

Kendal reminded me and I smiled . it wasn't easy getting here . well it don't matter how I got here after all am the daughter of one of the most richest men in the whole wide world and I also I have the most richest man under me and so no one ,I mean no one can literally cone to take all of that away ,it's definitely going to be a hard nut to lose and I mean that ,I mean every word .

I've tasted fame, power and money now I don't wanna let go I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries

"Cecelia. I'm grateful for the very first time, okay. And I'm also lucky that you choose and also ask me to be your boyfriend. I can still remember when you had called me saying…. 'Hey Mister. Can you please be my boyfriend'....... Lol…. I would forever put that day's memory inside my brain. Please take this three hundred million dollar cheque and use it to take care of yourself okay. I'm also glad for the sex….. it was great. Hmm…… it's hard to write, and it's also hard to say but….. I don't want to ever see you again. Seriously…… it has been great, and that's why I use that three hundred million dollar to compensate

It drives me crazy beyond imagination. My legs pushed me to the king-size bed and just like that, I collapsed on it. It was so comfortable. Riches are something beautiful. When you have the means to get something, it's like you have the authority over anyone that crosses your path. I wish to be rich someday too. I can't even remember if my parent were rich or not. I could only remember few things about them and that is their features. The worst is, it's beginning to wear off too. I can remember much from my past, accept my present. It hurts a lot not to know much about yourself and this always pushed me to want to be run away but it was never possible for me.

The woman muttered under her breath, studying me curiously and although I had heard her, I pretended not to because I wanted to be sure that I had heard correctly. "I'm sorry what was that?" "Oh nothing." She replied quickly and I was honestly not in the mood to press. "Do you really not remember me though?" She asked, still staring at me with curious eyes and another expression which I couldn't quite place. I didn't. In fact, I could swear that I had never once in all my life laid eyes on the woman. "Have we met before?" "Wow." She replied unamused. "I guess it is true after all, what they say about the rich and famous."

This niche scream elegance! " I didn't know you're this wealthy. I'm beginning to feel small" I mumbled to jerk who was still chuckling beside me. " I am not. My parents do." " but doesn't that mean you are also rich?" I said still looking at the inside of the place that looks like a palace upfront.