Kisah Penyamaran Orang Kaya Novels & Stories

Someone whispered, "She has such a good husband and such a nice home. That monster has to be sick in the head to get her kicks from torturing people." "Right? I'm telling you, rich people must all have some kind of twisted hobby. And of course it's people like her who get the money while honest folks like us work our whole lives and can't even make a fraction of what she has." I stared at Jayden kneeling on the ground for a long time. I could not understand how he turned into the person he was today. Jayden and I met in college. He came from a poor rural town, and money was always tight, so he wore the same faded white shirt all year round. However, he was hardworking and ambitious, never co

“Very soon, Kimberly. I’ll soon make our marriage public, but for now, let me think of how to end the fake marriage I had with Joan.” ‘Fake’, the word cracked her ribs. Three years ago, Keon's mother, Mrs. Thompson had walked into the restaurant where Joan worked as a waitress. She'd heard the manager call Joan ‘a nobody.’ “Where is your family?” Mrs. Thompson asked after pulling Joan aside. “I'm a poor orphan with no relatives,” Joan replied, head down. Mrs. Thompson studied her for a while. Then she smiled. “Will you consider marrying my son?” Mrs. Thompson told her she wanted a well behaved girl for her son.

"I feel like a fraud, Adrian." "We are all frauds, Amara. The difference is how well we sell it." He stepped behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders. I could see us both in the mirror—the powerful billionaire and his delicate bride. It was a perfect picture. It was also a lie. "Remember the story. We met at a gallery. You didn't know who I was. You fell for the man, not the bank account." "And the debt?" "It was a test of character," he repeated the line like a mantra. "I wanted to prove that my wealth could be a tool for our happiness, not the foundation of it."

"Eh, am I seeing things again? Mr. Keith is smiling at that man?" "Oh my god! Who is that man, anyway?" "He can even afford expensive shoes, and now he's making Mr. Keith so friendly to him." Veronica swallowed hard, "Could he actually be a rich man pretending to be poor?" One of her friends immediately nodded, "It could be. Aren't there a lot of dramas with that kind of theme these days?" "A rich man pretending to be a poor man to find a woman who will love him for who he is." Veronica gritted her teeth, suddenly feeling annoyed that she wasn't the salesperson who served the young man.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

"The poor one knew then that everything the rich one had could have been her own and thus, her quest for a much better life began. She killed her father and then his wife and she watched as the rich one came to her for solace. Next, she found a way to get rid of her grandfather and grandma too. The poor one and the rich one's mate were eager to be together and the rich one's mate also wanted to become the alpha. The poor one wanted to be Luna too so they found a way to transfer her assets to her mate and it was easy. Next, she planned a fire incident and set up the rich one. The poor one made sure to be there when the rich one was released from the hospital so she could revel in how disfigur

“Besides, you have that suffocating rich aura around you.” “Do you have something against rich people? Because…” “Yeah, I do. Because they're self-entitled, insufferable beings,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What if I tell you I'm just a part-timer in a little school clinic? In fact, my clothes were lent to me by a friend,” Kayden lied. He was ready to do anything to get her name. “Really?” She asked skeptically, “But you look rich. Even your skin looks rich.”

Because I wasn’t rich enough for her. I clenched my fists. Her betrayal had been the final push. For a man who had always craved wealth, it was the only motivation I needed to climb my way to the top. Of course, making money hadn’t been easy at first. I was just a nobody—an orphan with no name, no connections, nothing to my name except a burning hunger for money. But then, one day changed everything. That day, a group of wealthy strangers approached me, claiming to be my family.

said Laura. "According to Mom, it's better if you approach the wealthy boss who can buy you a luxurious house so that Mom can live in that luxurious house too," Melisa said confidently. "Mom, just relax. After I give myself to that wealthy foreigner, I guarantee he'll always be addicted." Laura became even more confident. The greedy mother and her cheap daughter continued to enjoy their foolish fantasies. Sumi, the new maid, so innocent-looking with quite rustic attire, felt something under the small table earlier without the knowledge of Melisa and Laura.

Chapter 39 Chapter 39 (He is arrogant but handsome,she is crazy but beautiful) From the money he stole,he was able to get out of the country to another. He brought the house and car. He get himself a driver and others house worker. He resume his sex life by going to clubs. It don't take long to get another sugar mummy,who spare him money. Her ass don't satisfy him.he begged her to invite two of her friends. That is how he started again.he make people be believe his parent are rich. To convince people his parent are rich he enrolled into my school that is how we met. He don't love me. To convince people he has to have a sling girlfriend. He choose me for that, after telling me all this ,I bro