Korean Drama Rich Guy Pretends To Be Poor Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kris explained. The man took a deep breath and continued, "I couldn't do it, let alone kill someone. So, I asked my friend to pretend to be my lover. I left home, seemingly running away from the arranged marriage. Two years later, I came back and found Gaje Company at the top. I thought Miss Director would be devastated by my actions. I was wrong." Kris drank a glass of water while Ningsih sat still, listening to his story.

People only knew his name… not his face. The investigators the Xia family sent to Green Garden found nothing except two elderly people and a supposedly sick, dying young master. Yuna’s dream had always been to marry her daughters into the four great families. So when she heard the groom was a “ghost husband,” she immediately offered up Elena in place of her own daughter. That was why Elena believed the man in front of her was a nobody — until now. His presence… was too sharp, too elegant, too authoritative. He didn't look like a “sick ghost” at all.

I had to admit that I was enthralled by him. No wonder I asked him to pretend as my boyfriend, though I was mistaken about his job. Was it just because he was good-looking? I despised myself secretly. Then I pretended to be serious and sad, “I don’t want a marriage. I only love money. Can you convert it into cash?” He sighed and struck my forehead with his finger. “Silly. If you marry me, my money will be yours.” “But I don’t know if you are rich or not. What if you are in debt?”

She felt like punching cotton, which felt really bad. "Don't be mad, Yuqing. He has been poor, and doesn't know how it feels to be rich. He surely wouldn't understand how bad it is being poor." The fat guy said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Wang Ziming. My family has three companies with assets of over 100 million." "For your old time's sake, I'll buy you dinner tonight and show you the real life of the upper class, and let you feel how it feels to be rich."

“We’re going for a party. When was the last time you went out and had fun like an adult. All you do is work and visit your parents. Live like a twenty seven year old, Claire.” I always complained that I earned too little but Aniyah never seemed to have an issue with rent or money in general despite earning lower than I do. Truth is, she occasionally went back to ho’ing when she was out of money. If my breasts were as big as hers I wouldn’t give it a second thought.

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!"

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to waste your money buying me out.” Tears streamed down my face. “Please wait for me. I’m going home right now to get the money to free you. Once you’re free, you can do whatever you want. You don’t have to sing here. You don’t have to deal with customers. Okay? Please.” He sighed again, perhaps because I was crying so miserably. “Alright, stop crying. I promise you. I’ll wait for you to take me home.” I stopped crying and broke into a smile. I hugged him tightly.

There was no way she could have been secretly rich this whole time. Which meant someone else was giving her this money. Someone with enough wealth to buy million-dollar houses and pay for penthouse suites without blinking. I thought about the man she had been with at the restaurant - Richmond. He had claimed to be a restaurant worker, but now I was starting to think that was a lie. Maybe he was her wealthy boyfriend, the one funding her new lifestyle. But even that didn't make sense. If Richmond was rich enough to give Vanya millions of dollars, why had he been dressed like a regular working man? Why had he hidden his wealth?

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.

“I guess we’re even. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to meet my friends at the cafeteria.” “You want to walk out on me?” His voice sliced through the laughter. He straightened to his full height, the shadow swallowing me whole. “On me? Slater King?” “Do I look like I care who you are?” I stepped toward him instead of backward, the heat of a hundred eyes watching us burning into my skin. “You’ve already ruined my day. You destroyed something valuable to me.” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “And you just embarrassed me in front of the entire class. Do you know what that means?” He moved closer, close enough that his breath brushed my cheek. “You want to trend, huh? You want to be popular? I