Life Of The Wealthy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She promised to show me the ropes and the life of the rich but I never knew it would be that tedious. Meetings upon meetings, dinner, breakfasts to lunch. We attended all of them. I almost gave up but Adeline had a way of convincing me that we needed to reach out to a wider audience. The more people we met, the more we expected. The hall needed to be filled which meant more money for the less privileged. Adeline was a smart woman and determined to stand up for the poor. The more people we met, the more I got to understand and see the life of the rich. Those who never planned on showing up contributed instantly upon meeting them. Those were the wealthy ones that never showed up to events. The

He shrugged. "What was your big story and what ruined you?" I asked. He knitted his eyebrows at me precisely. "What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by ruin me?" "Well, you see," I shifted in my seat and crossed one leg over the other, "life works weird for rich people. One minute, you guys are all happy and crap. Then next, one big incident changes everything and carves you into the man that you are today." I explained what I meant by my point.

Claudette had long grown tired of it. Once upon a time, when they still had Emily’s old house and the money that came with it, life had been glittering. Designer clothes. Elegant dinners. Friends who mattered. She believed she was finally living the life she deserved—lavish, pampered, admired. But it all crumbled. The wealth vanished, almost overnight. The house was gone. Their name faded from society’s guest lists. Now, they were hiding in a shabby apartment they could barely afford, with debt hanging over them like a storm cloud.

His company is one of the greatest companies in the city, and also very popular, because of how trusty and reliable they are. Edward wore normal simple clothes, which were black shorts, and a white shirt that hugged his perfect figure properly. His chest is huge, because of the six-pack which he has. Edward's lips were pink like that of a newly born baby, which is very eye-catching. When I met him alone on the street, I couldn't realize that he was a famous billionaire because I have never had an interest in him, since all I want in my life is to hold my own production company, without the help of my parents.

Karter gives me weak smile, "A lot of things in the past have made me quite closed off and honestly I don't really mind it anymore" "So you really have given up haven't you?" I ask. Karter raises an eyebrow, "Given up? What are you talking about? I have this successful business, I'm one of the wealthiest people alive. What do you exactly mean when you say "Given up"?" "I mean no offence but there's a huge difference in being rich and successful and being happy. Alot of poor people, who have barely anything are happy" "Do you think I'm not happy?" Karter asks.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

"Should things not go according to my plan, you'd live to regret the rest of your pathetic, rich life." Their finely coiffured heads turned to face me again. Their faces, as hard as the marble floors reflected their succinctly woven belief. They were the epitome of wealth in New Orleans. A monument to capitalist success, who thought they were unbreakable, their egos feeding off their wealth. But had they forgotten wealth could be stripped away as easily as it was earned?

In seconds, the file was sent to me, and I've never been happier reading an email in the entirety of my life. It was there. The truth about the Richardsons’ wealth. I remembered that they had been the talk of the city when they made their appearance in wealthy society years back. Although no one questioned their source of wealth, people were just more curious about how different individuals who had spent the majority of their lives in poverty would adapt to the glittering and wealthy lifestyle. After I finished taking in everything I needed, I leaned back in my seat, letting the weight I didn't know I had been carrying drift away.

Beverly sang as she smirked and popped a grape into her mouth. "That is how the rich life is, Celeste. Nobody gives a damn about love anymore because money is what makes the world go around. We've got it all, an endless ban account, luxury homes throughout the world, the best custom made cars and private planes and trains," Clementine answered me like it was so obvious, "we may be married to old ugly men, exception being you because Mr Aebischer is...hot, but they've all got mistresses to sate their sexual needs which are little to none existent and we're written in their wills so if they were to die we would be so wealthy, we could wipe our asses and blow our noses with $100 bills."

I still prefer to live simply and work hard for every penny that enters my pocket. The question is, why did I become entangled in the tumultuous lives of the wealthy and arrogant? Kai was clearly playing fun with me. Are wealthy people like him truly bored of life? He no longer knows what to do with his wealth, but to mess with the lives of others? That wealthy and obnoxious brat is extremely bored with his life. I think he needs to learn something about me. Mr. Kai Carter let's bring it on! When I get inside the car, I can hear myself laughing at what I am seeing. Oh, Mr. Carter, you don't need to brag about your wealth. I'm aware that you are filthy rich.