Life Of The Wealthy Novels & Stories

He said in a helpless tone, "Yes, but this life is a blanket that I can't take away from myself even if I want to." "You know, a life of luxury is every girl's dream. Beautiful clothes, precious jewelry, rows of servants to obey orders, luxurious sleeping beds, comfortable cars for travel. This is the world of dreams.But Kabir, my dear! How long will we be able to enjoy this luxury on haraam wealth? One day we have to die. Do we have any excuse to present it in the presence of the rulers? ” Kabir laughed. "Looks like I'm fed up with my life."

“Yes, he ate all of it.” “Ow, that’s nice! It has been so wonderful having you here,” the nurse said. “You know, we once had a patient like that—a patient like Bowman’s son. Those patients are pretty hard to treat. Most of them end up starving themselves to death, and some take their own lives.” Mpumi was doing the dishes and listening attentively at the same time. “Thanks to you, we won’t be losing this patient. And think about the great publicity we’d get as soon as it goes public that we are taking care of the world’s richest man’s son. I’m not saying that I’ll leak this news, I won’t…”

Living a rich life is hard; I realized it at that time when it was so confusing for me to choose without having enough clarity. Having a limited exposure to such fine things in life makes it easy for us to manage our lives as per our needs and also include some of our wants. But the more luxuries we get in life, it becomes difficult for us to lead a simple lifestyle. The things that other people term as luxuries become our needs. And our needs keep crossing the barriers of all kinds until we own the most expensive thing in the world in whatever we want to buy. Immediately after all that was over, I looked at Charles to get a clarification on the need for calling all these people. I wouldn’t

Andrea cried and screamed for Dad to save her, but he was so focused on the stack of money in Mom's hand that he didn't even bother looking up. "Just go and train your muscles for a bit. We don't keep idle people at home. Everyone has to contribute to the household in some way or other." Austin was overjoyed as he stuffed a couple of bills in his pocket to buy his brand-new iPhone. I watched them coldly as they revealed their ugliest, greediest selves in the face of money. While they were still congratulating themselves, I slipped back into my room and grabbed a backpack I had already packed with my important documents and a few daily necessities.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Belle's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Zayden's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Zayden is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

"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?"

Watching his car fade into the distance, I pulled out my phone and made a call. "You can go ahead now," I said. By the time I went to my seventh therapy session, Henry was already in hot water—or, more accurately, his company was. The project he was running fell apart when the person in charge vanished, taking all the money with him. They called the cops, but the suspect was gone without a trace. Before anyone else at the company caught on, both Henry and Joanna had vanished. Every one of his debts was tracked down, and everything in his name was frozen.

He became a different person and was suddenly serious. “I'm busy. Can't you do it?” He was clenching his jaws and fists. He's definitely hiding something. Why am I even here with him? Oh right Tinyeleti. My grandma used to tell me that there's always something wrong about rich people whose wealth can't be accustomed to and i used to say she was exaggerating that people actually goes to school to study and then graduates and work and build big houses but as I grew up, i realised that it's possible to be rich without school and not every wealth was acquired through the right processes like the Mboyo wealth. I have a peaceful life. I'm not trying to find myself in the middle of a shady one. “I'