Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger Novels & Stories

Dean asked me and I just shrugged. “Well, we didn’t get a prenup when we got married so there are a few things to iron out,” I answered. “I would be careful if I was you, people will consider you a gold digger,” Dean said and I chuckled and then looked at me. “People don’t consider you a gold digger, you also are marrying a girl from a rich family,” I pointed out and he scoffed at this. “I guess you haven't changed,” he said and I smiled.

“Well… you tried to ruin my wedding reception, and now you are here. I’m pretty sure you’re stalking me.” I bark out a sarcastic laugh. “Stalking you? Please. I wouldn’t waste my time. I don’t think you and I know each other well enough for me to be obsessed with you.” I turn, pointing through the glass where Stelux Tower cuts the skyline. “I live on this street.” Her eyes narrow, lips thinning into a blade, as she steps closer. “Ooh… so the rumours are true. You are a gold digger.” Her words sting, and I arch a brow, letting my smirk sharpen. “A gold digger? That’s rich, Vivienne. If I’m one, what does that make you?”

I asked but she went silent not saying a word “That woman doesn’t love him, they are all just after his money” she said after a while squeezing the railing even tighter “That might not be true” I said “They are all fucking gold diggers, how can he be so blind to see that and he wants to get fucking married!” she shouted like she couldn't believe her ears “His divorce from my mum hasn't been made public and he wants to get married? People are going to have so much to say” her breath hitching with each word

one of them said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. A second one scoffed. "Mrs. Adams. Honestly, she probably practised that title in front of the mirror for years." Laughter followed. "I think she married him for love? Please. She’s got those 'I survived the struggle' vibes. Like she clawed her way up just to land a rich husband. Typical gold digger moves." Gold digger. I blinked. My entire body stiffened. It was as though every syllable dug into my skin like pins. I stayed silent, rooted in place, my pride screaming to burst out, to confront them. But some deeper instinct told me to wait.

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

“Don’t lie to me. You ran the moment you had a chance after our wedding. Now I know exactly what you think of me. You didn’t want this marriage. You didn’t want me.” I tried to protest. “That’s not true. I—” “Don’t bother pretending,” he said flatly, waving me off with one hand as if my words didn’t matter. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, it’s a good thing. I hate gold diggers and you’re clearly not one.” I opened my mouth to argue but what would I even say? That I was a gold digger?. He didn’t care. He had already made up his mind about me.

Caught in the arms of a man…an attractive one at that…my hormones are kicking out of order. “ I'm a gold digger, Mr. Kingston. When I find the opportunity to dig, I dig deep. You may not like my proposal.” He glanced down at my boobs, and ran his lips over his lower lips. “ Say it!” He commanded. “ Marry me,” I demanded.

This one from a notorious society gossip site, The Inside Loop. GILDED CAGE LOVE TRIANGLE: Inside the Messy Drama That Sparked a Finch Charity The article was a slick, salacious piece of innuendo. It painted Liam as the bored wealthy scion, me as the childhood friend turned "fixer," and Maya as the "alluring live-in nanny" who sparked a "clandestine affair." It mentioned the "hasty, secret wedding" and hinted at "financial demands" made by the "new Mrs. Thorne." It framed Clara as the "wronged partner" who was now turning her pain into philanthropy. The word "gold-digger" wasn't used, but it hung in the air between every line.

A gold digger was the best choice to marry into a rich family. Mary chatted with Nita for a while and then asked her to have dinner. After that, all of them went to the garden to enjoy the moon. The love of purple heart in Hazel's hand was rolling in Nita's eyes from time to time. As expected, the lady of a rich family was extraordinary. Her diamond ring was even bigger than a pigeon egg. If only she could marry a rich man. "Nita, are you a plane model?" Before dinner, Ivy overheard the conversation between Mary and Nita.

"Anyway, it's nice that you know your place." "Bye." I turned around again. "I really wonder how he got married to a bitch like you, but it's a great thing that you know you're no match for the queen." I had to pivot again, wearing a frown. "Excuse me?" "Duh. You're obviously a gold digger pretending to love my Hames for his money. I won't let you have a penny from him."