Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger Novels & Stories

replied the man with a tone as if he fully expected it. "What would you think if I told you that I'm going to get married? I need to do a wife casting" the dark-haired man commented lightly as if nothing had happened. "A wife casting? What the hell are you talking about?" he spoke with a strange voice "For God's sake, what do I have to do with that?" The man's voice already sounded a bit rude. "Please, it's not a joke. I need to get the best women in this community, even if they are foreigners. Better if they are, I wouldn't understand them at all and we would have the best fictional relationship"

"Act innocent so I will not know what you are planning, low class girls like you will find an opportunity to hook up with a rich guy like me to settle down in her life playing the innocent card, am I right?" She stood frozen in her place even though she wanted to slap him. "Golden digger” he muttered lowly but she heard. "What did you say?" "Applying makeup and dressing up to seduce a guy, aren’t you a golden digger?" "Ashad that's what you think about me?" "Where is my money you asked for your sister's marriage” he roared making her flinch. She couldn't believe her ears as to what he was uttering. "You thought I was a fool?"

"Please. Everyone knows who owns it. You think it's YOU? "Our boss? Young, smart, loaded—of course girls fall for him. But stirring up drama just to get noticed? That's straight-up sad." She slapped the bill on the table. "Here's the deal. Either pay, or say this out loud three times: 'Sorry, I'm a gold digger, I came to take photos.' Then I'll drop it. Call it a warning to the rest—stop throwing yourselves at rich guys. I get it, marrying up sounds cute. But not like THIS."

He ordered her but Bella shook her head, denying to follow his command as tears poured into her eyes. Aaron raised her chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Why are you crying?" He asked, forcing the calmness in his tone. And that irked Bella more than anything. She jerked his hand away from her chin. "You are the reason behind my tears. People are calling me Gold-digger and whore for marrying you. I didn't ask for the Twenty Million dollars you transferred in my account. I was doing my job as your Mother's assistant but you called me up here and people thought I was spreading legs for you all along and that's my only talent! Newly married girls get congratulated when they come to the office

When our tiny apartment leaked, she would squeeze into the corner of the bed with our baby, promising that someday we'd make enough money to live a better life. But the same woman later claimed she'd lost her memory again, locked me in the basement, and fed me spoiled food, all so she could marry her first love, Glen Newton. A chill ran down my spine as I snapped back to the present. I took a slow sip of coffee and smiled. "Mr. Harrett," I said lightly, "once I leave the country, don't forget to wipe away every trace of me, the so-called gold-digger, alright?" Lionel gave a cold snort, grabbed the divorce papers, and stormed off.

I couldn’t wait to leave the buildings. Everyone kept looking and staring at me as soon as I walked past them. As though they’ve not seen a pretty lady before. I guess it’s the securities I always hanged around with. Some whispered against the weddings, the few people I came across called me a gold digger , that I was only bent on eating his money that was why I needed the wedding to be fast approaching. I tried talking to Damian about it and he wasn’t doing anything about it. Rather he’d come up with one excuse or the other. He wasn’t even trying to be of help at this point.

The anger in her eyes disappeared and it was replaced with a pitiful expression. Her voice was now calm. "My son, it is not just about the promise. Kayla has to be by your side, she just has to be the one! Not some gold diggers who want to be with you just because of your money" She said as she turned to look at Liana, eyeing her. Liana's eyes widened as she slowly removed her hands from mine. "By Gold-digger, do you mean me?" She questioned. Uncle Jojo's wife cut in, twirling the wine glass in her hands as she walked in our direction. "Of course! You are the gold digger because we all know that you got married to Conan because of his wealth!" A smirk crept at the corner of her lips.

Maybe he could pretend to be working late and start sleeping in the study so she doesn't feel uncomfortable. But why should he give up his room for a strange woman? The thoughts kept clouding his mind as he scrolled. The headlines Gold Digger married to Delgado's Grandson? Those words caught his eyes and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

"*Yes.* I didn’t want to look like a f*cking gold digger, okay? I didn’t want to be that guy who was only with her for her money." He gave me a look. "Dennis, you were that guy." I clenched my fists. "No, I wasn't. If I was, I would’ve milked her for everything she had. But I waited. I thought we’d get married, and then it wouldn’t matter, because what’s hers would be mine." My brother let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "So, basically, you were waiting to legally be a gold digger?" "F*ck you," I snapped.