Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

Alexis says pointing at me. "What does he do?" Zia asks "He runs a small investment company passed down from my father’s side of the family" Alexis shrugs "I’m guessing this investment company isn’t so small, is it?” Zia asks looking at me. I nod. “He runs Ravio Investments.” “Zelina Kianna Gold! your husband is the 1 richest man in the world?" Zia asks "Niki made 1?" Alexis asks "Yes." Zia nods so fast I feared she would get whiplash.

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 "

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

She scowled and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. " Take it seriously because she spilled filthy water on your $500 gown,you ruined a Lamborghini worth $15 million .He has the power to put you in jail.I am sure the dude is incredibly wealthy." Paz let out a sigh. " I didn't wreck the automobile it was simply a minor scratch and he made it a huge fuss for me to pay for his car." She stated sarcastically "I am hoping he doesn't come after you" Paz sighed as she entered the kitched.

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.

He stared out with a hardened jaw. "So the man is independently wealthy, has the backing of William Montgomery, a clean reputation, and no obvious pressure points." "Unfortunately, that appears to be the case, Sir," Marcus answered carefully. "Adrian Lawson is not like Rachel Chen or Emma Carter — he can't be pressed so easily. He has resources and connections that are nearly on par with our own." Daniel spun around with blazing eyes.

He was skilled, ruthless, and had a sinister grin. Richard's eyes were always calculating that I am sure he wouldn't even trust his own spouse or wife. He was a bad boy, and yet, they were craving him when there were other good men out there. Truly, the love of money is the root of evil. Those ladies became jealous of me, and I think it's because of how wealthy Richard was. Besides, he has sports cars, Lamborghinis, and Rolls Royces in his garage. He was controlling half of the city, except for the government. So why wouldn't they crave his attention? I bit my bottom lip hard, forgetting my surroundings or that Madonna had returned with the tea, as I was lost in my own thoughts.

Instead, they only stoked the resentment burning inside him. Grayson spoke through gritted teeth, his voice barely controlled. "That's Emmett Harlow, the son of the wealthiest man in our city!" Maeve froze. A flash of envy crossed her eyes involuntarily. The son of the wealthiest family! Countless socialites would kill for a chance with him, yet somehow, Calla had managed it. Impressive…

“I’m worried about ROMAN. He’s going to look at that purchase and think you bought a private island.” Elena shrugged. “I could. But the one I want isn’t for sale yet.” Jace slapped his forehead. “Elena. Elena. Elena. This is not normal rich behavior. You didn’t just swipe a credit card… you swallowed his entire financial peace of mind.” “He’ll live.” “WILL HE??” She gave him the driest look. “Jace. I’m rich.” “I know you’re rich,” he said, hands flailing. “But Roman’s rich is different rich. His rich has spreadsheets. Charts. Men in suits. Stock markets. Conferences. He’s going to see that ninety seven million hole and think you bought a tank.”