Korean Drama Rich Guy Pretends To Be Poor Novels & Stories

She had told him as much, and that fight with her sister at the restaurant had hinted at more money problems than she was willing to admit. Before they got married, he had received information that the Cruzes' first daughter enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle. It was the reason why he had posed as a poor man, hoping to displease her so that she would ask to cancel the marriage when she saw that he couldn't support her lifestyle. So far, she had been proving his informant wrong, but... What if she was finally showing her true colours? From the fight with her sister, he guessed that her parents must owe her a lot of money. They must also have cut her off. For someone used to living a life of luxury

Nate My wife likes to play pretend? Well it takes two to tangle. I was dressed down today, a perfectly tailored pant and a t-shirt. I ended the call and stepped into the restaurant where my wife was already sitting. As I drank her coffee yesterday, I realized that this was her life. She was the perfect daughter of the Ashton dynasty, raised to love things she didn’t like, raised to smile at men when she wanted to spit in their faces, pretty sure one of those men was her father.

"Fine. I will admit it now. I am not a poor guy, Cass. I am not a beggar." "What do you mean?!" Cass demanded, her voice rising. "Then who are you?" Liam rubbed the back of his neck, looking completely uncomfortable. "I'm a billionaire, Cass. I am a major businessman. That is my real life. The truth is, I was just pretending to be poor this whole time." Cass felt like she had just been slapped right across the face by reality. The small apartment, the broken bicycle, the scrap yard—all of it was a lie. "Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would you do something like that?"

She needed the job. But now, looking at the screen, she finally got it. The man who came home every night looking exhausted and broke wasn't broke at all. He'd been faking it. The realization hit like a punch to the gut. She couldn't move. Her phone buzzed. Jonathan: [Working late again, babe. Don't wait up. Love you.] A cold feeling crawled up her spine. She grabbed her coat and went out. By the time she got to the plaza, the show was wrapping up. The crowd was loud, half of them filming. On the giant screen overhead, Jonathan had pulled Vivienne against his chest and was kissing the corner of her mouth.

Julian tried to shake his leg free in disgust, only to find I was hanging on like a koala. "Let go!" "No way! Promise you won't tattle first!" "You let go of my pants first, they're coming down!" Only then did I reluctantly release him, wiping my sweaty palms on his outrageously expensive trouser leg on the way. Julian took a deep breath, like he was fighting the urge to execute me on the spot. "Three hundred grand. Not a cent less." "But I'm broke." I spread my hands, totally shameless. "The great Ashford heiress, broke?"

protested ARA. "Just sixty-seven million won't make me poor."

“After something like this, your foster parents will definitely think you embarrassed them, and they’ll throw you out. “I’ll marry Peter, and everything will be just like in the dream.” After saying that, she suddenly messed up her hair, let water drip down her body, reddened her eyes, and rushed out. I sensed danger and hurried after her. The moment I stepped out, four or five reporters blocked the door with cameras and recorders. Flash after flash lit up both of us. So she had already set a trap, and she had been waiting for me to fall for it. Vicky turned back with a triumphant smirk, then instantly switched into a dramatic victim.

“I promise you, I’m not that kind of person. It’s just….Amber’s not my type. I mean, I don’t like her, but she likes me. And our families wanted us together, so I had to do it for my mom. I’ve never said this to anyone before; you’re the first person. So please, I don’t want you to see me as a cheat. I wouldn’t do it if I liked her” I paused, then turned back slowly. “And I don’t care if you tell Amber. I’m just glad that I’m spending time with you.” He nodded softly and lay on the couch. I stood there for a full minute, speechless. I had never heard anything like that before. I never knew rich kids like him went through things like him. They had been together for a year and six months. Ever

Laila rolled her eyes. “Yay!”Amelia and Nina squeak in unison. “You guys brought food for Laila ,what about me?”Mike whines from behind. “That is because I'm important and you are not”Laila scoffs before opening the plate of Korean noodles. “Oh really,you don’t deserve to eat these noodles”Mike declares before yanking the plate off Laila's desk. “What the hell,give it back to me!”Laila barks at Mike who was holding onto the plate.

Once I discovered Nicholas had been testing me by pretending to be poor, I stopped taking him seriously. His family's newly made fortune couldn't even compare to my family's wealth. Yet, he had spent years terrified that I was a gold-digger. It was ridiculous. Jealous of Nicholas' sudden protectiveness, Yvonne sneered. "Yes, Nicholas, give her some money. She only ever cared about money—that's why she ran off abroad with some foreigner. Now that she's been dumped and is broke, you're the only one kind enough to still care." Nicholas' hand stiffened on the phone.