Is Harry Potter Rich Novels & Stories

He wasn’t done though, “I have met thousands of opportunistic women like yourself, trying to Weasley your way into a wealthy man's life by wearing barely there clothes and talking like a virgin. Where in reality all of you are just gold digging–" My eyes were beginning to fill with tears but I didn't let him finish his rant as I exploded in his face and yelled, "Listen up, you rich spoiled little brat, I don't give a fuck about this job. And I make more money than most of your employees already. If you think I will tolerate all the insults you're hurling at me just because you're a job provider, then, you can shove this job up your stoic ass,” I said in one breath and Harry looked at both of

Harry said, squinting his eyes at Lucas and Roxanne who he later realized was right behind him. Lucas was even more amused. In terms of wealth, the Leicesters were considered paupers compared to the Knights. Yet, here was this kid who didn't have more than three hundred thousand as pocket money every month threatening him. He threw the empty pale away and grabbed a chair. He dropped it in front of Harry and sat. Taking a closer look at Lucas, Harry found him familiar but couldn't quite pinpoint where he had seen her before. "Do I look familiar?" Lucas asked, raising his brows a little but Harry scoffed.

Harry's eyes suddenly brightened, already starting to imagine himself becoming a millionaire. He happily went through the formalities and transferred the entire 10,000 to Ivy's . "Satisfied now?" Glancing at the lawyer and Lilith, Harry sneered, "Look at you poor people, treating a mere 10,000 like a treasure." The lawyer smiled without saying a word.

Margaret wanted something like this for herself too, she could see herself sitting at the center of the garden sipping a glass of Chardonnay and reading a classic book about the First World War or anything rich people read. “It’s beautiful…” she commented. “Hm” Alex nodded, stirring himself awake from the fear that had engulfed him. “You were right…” “About professor Jac.” Margaret began. “He developed an interest in me and handed out his card.” She smiled, just thinking about the moment. “But you were wrong about being richer than him… he’s made about eighty million dollars from just books.” “And I am about four hundred million dollars richer. How is that true that he is richer than I am?”

Hans waved his hand as he said, “Uncle, I wasn’t the one who said that, it was Harry who said so. However, the sum of these two cars is indeed worth one hundred million dollars. In fact, it would be worth more than one hundred million dollars. What’s more, these two cars are both owned by the same person!” “D*mn it!” Draco’s father could not help but curse. “It’s true that constantly comparing oneself to others will only make a person angry. I’ve already been contemplating and hesitating to buy an entry-level BMW 7-Series for the longest time because I couldn’t bear to spend the money on it. This person owns two cars worth more than one hundred million dollars. Who is this rich? Is it the Mo

Luna added, “Your father is right, Helena. If we play our cards well, we can live in luxury forever. To Harry, this amount is nothing.” Helena sighed, then flashed a small smile. “Alright then… but can I at least buy something? I want to go shopping!” Edwin smirked. “Fine, Darling. But don’t go overboard.” Helena cheered in delight, while Edwin returned his gaze to his phone screen, his eyes gleaming with ambition. This money was merely the beginning. As long as Arabella remained Harry’s wife, he could gain far more than just a few million dollars. *** In the quiet of the night, a faint melody of piano notes drifted from downstairs.

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

I was just about to scream aloud in pain when he got his friends to gag me. He felt a lot better after seeing me writhing and suffering in pain. He grabbed me by my chin. "Wanna know where all your hard-earned money ended up? She used the money to buy me shoes. Not those cheap stuff you call shoes—actual designer ones that cost upward of 10,000 dollars. "Haha! Look at you! All of your life savings is only worth no more than a single pair of shoes on my feet!" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that!

Benedict said that himself. "Ben loves being a philanthropist. He could be cold-hearted, mean and he could say bad stuff out of anger but he's an amazing guy despite the bad news about him. He loves to give to people who are less fortunate. I think he got it from uncle Harry. And he's already one of the richest bachelors in the world. Why would he waste time on entering showbiz when he's already making twenty-four million euros or more a day?" He adds. I gape.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....