Kisah Penyamaran Orang Kaya Novels & Stories

“ A chocolate. “ Tim answers breaking it in two. He gives one part of it to me and eats the other. “ I’ve rarely had those. “ He comments. “ Can I see yours? “ He asks, I give the piece to him. He first smells it and then eats it. Right in front of my very own two eyes. “ Why’d you do that?? “ I scream. “ What? Stop whining Emma. You’re not a child. “ He says absentmindedly. “ Are you really rich? The first time, you stole Tim’s cupcake and this time it’s my chocolate!” I joke. “ No, I’m actually poor, just pretending to be rich. The company, the mansion, my cars, and my wealth all appeared one day and I suddenly became rich. “ He jokes half-heartedly. “ Maybe if I was poor, I wouldn’t have

We've had our time, and I don't want to go overboard. "Get out of here before things get worse. I'll give you money. How much do you want?" Clara thought I was after her cash. When my dad was at the top of the list of the wealthy, I kept my real identity under wraps to enjoy a quiet life at school. Once I realized Clara was only faking being poor, I did not give her a second thought. Her family's flashy new money could not hold a candle to ours, yet she hid who she was, scared I was after her dough.

"Feelings can develop over time. I'm fine with it." I looked at Adrian. He remained as quiet as ever. In my past life, Adrian had stood by me even when I was constantly slandered. But because of me, he'd been targeted by the Clarks after Camila manipulated them. His company went bankrupt and he ended up in prison. Camila's voice rose in desperation. "This isn't fair! I'm supposed to be Adrian's fiancee! I'm the one who's been by his side all these years! "Adrian, they're forcing you into this, aren't they? They must be! Let's run away together!"

"Welcome Mrs. Irawan Adityawarman, we are ready to work with you." “Don't tell me this is your farm, Hun! Please do not expose me to this unexpected fortune. I didn't accept you because of this. Please! "This is ours, honey. Forgive your husband! " Again Saskia shock, by what you just saw. " O Allah, thank you for sending a husband who hid his wealth from others. Even though he is rich, I hope that he will continue to carry out all his obligations as Your servant. " "Aamiin. I promise you to keep it simple as Mrs. Adityawarman wishes. "

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

I wore a facemask, hiding from watchful eyes, and for the first time, I told her everything—about Simon, about the marriage that had nearly destroyed me, about the lies spun so tightly I couldn’t breathe. She listened, eyes blazing with outrage. “That’s it. Never trust those rich assholes. They’re always hiding something—cheaters, liars, psychos. There’s always something rotten.” I laughed weakly. “I was rich once, remember? And I wasn’t any of those things.” “You,” she said firmly, “were the rare exception. And that’s why you have Ajax. He’s proof of the good in you.” She reached over to pat his head. “That boy is pure blessing.”

It was as if the dramatic scene from moments ago had never occurred. I turned to Jaguar and furiously demanded, "Your family is filthy rich. Why on earth were you pretending to be a helpless stray?" He locked his eyes on me and suddenly said, "When I told you I knew you in my past life, I wasn't lying to you… "I don't know if it was a dream or if I was truly reborn, but in that past life, you married Adrian. You were really unhappy, and while you were pregnant, he repeatedly cheated on you.

He glanced at me and stared down at the river with a deadpan expression. "Do you want to do it together?" he asked me in a dejected tone. "Or we could wait a few more days. It's about to warm up. The water probably won't be so cold then." Two people who mistakenly thought the other was suicidal somehow ended up as each other's broken-soul companions. And then, just as inexplicably, one became known around town as the bookstore owner, and the other as the owner's wife. I organized bookshelves, brewed cheap but fragrant local coffee, and occasionally stared out the window, lost in thought.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

Coffee sloshed out and stained my files. "What's wrong? Haven't gotten that rich heir act out of your system yet? Coming to the office to keep performing?" I pulled out a tissue to wipe my hands, not bothering to look at him. "Kevin, did you finish paying off that 50 grand? Or are those credit card interest charges still piling up?" Kevin flinched at the mention of money, but quickly recovered and started making a scene. "Everyone, come look! This is our supposed wealthy heir! A fraud who sells his body to rich women and gets them to pay his bills!"