Kisah Penyamaran Orang Kaya Novels & Stories

“How else would you have survived your mother’s lethal glares, the ladies’ attempts to fix your single status, and all the juicy gossip about your thrilling private life?” “Oh, I don’t know, darling. It wouldn’t be that hard,” he echoed, smirking. “I’d just say I pined for a dazzling socialite—Aurora, the charming lady who broke my heart in that one unforgettable night of passion…” “Oh no, you don’t!” I gasped in mock outrage. “Don’t you dare make up corny stories about me! At least make it exciting—like how the brave Aurora swooped in to save you from the blazing dessert—!”

Eric showed a great deal of patience as he listened to the account manager discuss their company, but it seems that manager’s train of thought is becoming more illogical with each word that he says, despite the fact that Eric displayed a great deal of patience himself. A few hours ago, he was a destitute beggar who scraped by by giving his blood to his mother-in-law in order to make ends meet. But things have changed now that he has figured out how to provide for himself. He did nothing at all to build his wealth, but all of a sudden he was worth one million dollars despite the fact that he had done nothing to do so. Even more astonishing than the fact that they called him is the fact that a

"Stop staring at me like that, I know my in-law when I see him, and that guy from last night is him." I shook my head, already knowing where all the words were coming from. "Are you saying all these because he owns a car and you're sure that he's rich?" "Exactly! Sweetheart, do you see that car he dropped you with? It was fire and I bet it will cost nothing less than a hundred million, also, he hired a chauffeur to drive him here. Honey, he is so rich and he is the type of guy I want for you." She said. Desperation was written all over her face, she was desperate and was willing to do everything in her power to get out of poverty, but was selling me to a rich guy one of her options? What if

When I say ‘long gone, I mean he would have been either dead or Insane. Penelope was not the type to settle; I realized this after investigating. This wasn’t the first rich old man she had been with. Others were unpopular rich businessmen who would eventually go broke, become senile, or, in the worst case, die. Penelope used dirty means to get to where she is. She knew who to target and who not to target. She had a solid plan for how to steal these men’s wealth without drawing any attention. The families of these men didn’t even know what happened to their money until it was long gone and without a trace. The businessmen would be left in a dazed and pitiful state.

The legend surrounding David was circulating around South River University and many freshmen were curious about his deeds. All the freshmen were amazed after learning that he was originally from a super-wealthy family but pretended to be a poor delivery boy every day because he wanted to find true love. Then, he reclaimed his status as a super-rich kid after he was cheated on by his girlfriend. The plot that would only happen in dramas was now happening in real life! The poor boy became a prince after being cheated on!

Yet ironically it doesn’t make a difference to me, I am just shocked by all this splendor and riches. “How on earth?” I spit out in between staring at the gardens and the house. Finally saying something he asks thoughtfully, “Do you mean, how did someone who grew up so poor, became so rich?” As he stares at me and waits for my answer. “Yes.” I spit out rather quickly and then can’t help but to continue to stare.

It didn’t pound as half as this when he awaited the confirmation by his mother that he was actually Chief James Coker’s son. He had heard of the great Cokers and their legendary, as a result, he didn’t know what to expect. What to do? He kept quite. They drove into the mansion. It was quite exquisite. What a show-casing of splendour. Some people are living in luxury, having all the comforts the world can offer while some live from hand to mouth. They can’t even afford a two-square meal much more a three-square meal. ‘Life itself is an irony. Why can’t this wealth be divided evenly?’ Justice thought.

Ilobi. She tried in vain to hide her hurt at the housekeeper's words but even she knew that she was failing at it. What exactly has she wanted to hear? that she, the homeless uneducated daughter of a local mobster was the perfect match for the rich handsome gentleman with connections to a senator! She got up abruptly. The little man who had come earlier was right; she was in a rat race and to survive, she had to offer up Karis. She had no choice.

He looks at me sadly. - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... - It's nothing, none of us had planned it. You come, let's eat! I said smiling to lighten the mood. Dinam and I go to the restaurant where we sit at the table where Dinam usually eats. It is a table that is reserved for him, surely because of the privilege he has of being the son of the big boss. So far I can't believe that Dinam has become so rich and famous. He is now one of the wealthiest men in our country and the rest of the continent. And to think that a year ago, he criss-crossed houses and restaurants to even get a job as a garbage collector. Truly, the wheel turns and this life is like a boomerang. Overnight, everyone can find t

When I finally made it to my house, I went straight to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed, still wearing the black dress I had chosen so carefully for what I thought would be an innocent lunch with a stranger. But it had not been a stranger. It had been the man I trusted more than anyone else in the world, revealing himself to be someone completely different from who I thought he was. I stared at the ceiling and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Richmond was not a humble restaurant worker struggling to make ends meet. He was Richmond Fernandez, owner of Fernandez Real Estate, one of the wealthiest men in Sacramento. Every conversation we had shared about money and success had be