Love Beyond Wealth Novels & Stories

I need a freaking break before my head explodes in frustration. This man is so delusional to think he can have a chance with an almost 21-year-old woman while he is already growing bald, I mean the man is probably and with no doubt in his fifties. "Are you fucking deaf!, I said it loud and clear I love you and there is nothing you can do about it because you are mine! And I know you you love me too Capiche?" Woah he is speeding up I mean he just went from "love" to "like" maybe he is on some sort of crack

Draping his robe down his shoulders revealing his burnt scare. “Love is a luxury that not even all my wealth can afford. It despise, condemns and scorns my very existence. How can I dare wish for it, my heart has grown numb to it and I’m just incapable of feeling love”.

“I will not lie. I have indeed cared for you—loved you. But my desire to be wealthy and engulfed in luxury surpasses that emotion…” “Then that is not love, Richard. It is just a thought that you loved me, but in fact your love lies with money and wealth. Maybe power as well.” Richard nodded. “I know. And when I saw you kissing him…when I found out that the man that you are soon to be bound with is far more richer than any man in this city…my world crashed, as if guilt had devoured me entirely. I guess I should never let you go then. But it’s still good that I’ve let you go. Because if I didn’t, then—”

" Autumn frowned. She thought Clarita was going too far. Dominic was taken aback. He hadn't expected Autumn's father to be the richest man in Skyline. "Well, what do you think?" Clarita pressed, grinning. "I told you my granddaughter's beautiful, didn't I? I wasn't lying, was I?" She gave him a playful wink, and Autumn pressed her lips together in mild embarrassment. She was, in fact, beautiful. Her small, delicate face was strikingly refined—a true beauty by any standard. "Feelings can't be forced," Dominic said firmly, shaking his head. "If love depends on money, it loses its meaning. You said background doesn't matter, yet now you're bringing up wealth. That's not right."

“My first love. We spoke, and I discovered he was divorced. I thought it was finally my chance.” “But Mother, you’re married,” I pointed out. “You don’t understand.” She tapped my forehead lightly. “I loved him so much back in school. But I came from a poor family, and he came from wealth. We weren’t compatible then.” “What about now? We’re still—” “We’re not poor anymore,” she corrected sharply. “I married Richard, the richest man in the country. With his money and status, I thought I could finally have my first love. But...”

It was the initial gravity that had pulled them into each other’s orbit. But he knew now, with a certainty that filled his bones, that the money was the least of it. The true fortune was not in the banks or the assets. The fortune was the trust they had built in the rubble of their old lives. It was the loyalty of people like Amara and Julian, who had been given a chance to shine. It was the tentative bridge back to his children, a treasure more valuable than any stock. It was the quiet, steadfast presence of Joe, even now, in memory. That was the real wealth. The fortune they had built was a kingdom of shared purpose, and its currency was faith. And finally, underpinning it all, was the thi

The deeds to the 100 buildings that had once belonged to me were also stuffed into our mailbox. My life was simple and happy. I had no use for the money, so I put it toward helping others. As for Leonardo, after he vanished from the underworld, some said he had gone to a remote island. That place had since become a deserted island, devoid of any modern technology or facilities. He cut off all contact with the outside world and lived like a primitive man. It was there that he had pledged his love to me, the woman he loved with all his heart, and there that he would live out his days consumed by regret before finally being laid to rest.

"You keep up with wealthy socialites? That guy has been all over the business and gossip columns lately." "Not really. He just looks a little familiar." Selma snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. "Well, of course he looks familiar!" The driver chuckled. "The Gould family is filthy rich, and that guy is young, successful, and good-looking. Half the women in the city dream of marrying someone like him!" Selma smiled politely without offering a response. When she glanced down at her phone, she noticed that her lock screen featured a crisp, high-resolution photograph of a clear blue sky.

no apology no love just cold business flatly firing employee lawyer prepared fair two million small apartment Queens more than enough someone like you don't make scene someone like you whispered corner cheap clutch gold-digger nobody charity case orphan trapped richest CEO if only knew family really was hand on chest thin wrist sparkled diamond tennis bracelet my bracelet locked jewelry box upstairs grandfather eighteenth birthday custom one of a kind took gave to her don't make harder loved since college before knew name always meant to be together only married because dying grandfather forced promise simple kind humble girl no money never loved even one second let go dignity stared dining

‘It’s their fault for defying my brother in the first place! “How about this? If this b*stard can give you anything over a thousand dollars, I’ll admit defeat!” “But can he even do that?” “He can’t even buy a single piece of jewelry at a roadside stall!” “Don’t be naive, Xynthia! Love can’t keep you alive!” “Materialistic goods are the basis of love!” Harvey smiled faintly at Harley. “Who said that I can’t afford anything?” “You wouldn’t even know in the first place.”