Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger Novels & Stories

"*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.

In contrast, my mind was anything but calm. The headlines were everywhere. Photos from last night. Videos. Speculations. And the worst part? They were calling me a gold digger. According to them, I only married Asher because of his wealth. To them, I was nothing more than a poor woman who climbed her way up by clinging to a powerful man. I let out a quiet scoff. “I’m not even that poor,” I muttered under my breath, still scrolling. “I work. I eat three meals a day. What are these people even saying?”

I didn’t respond and instead watched Marcel follow her out of the house, and a few seconds later, he returned with a smile on his face. “What do you think?” he asked. I didn’t have anything positive to say about her. I think she was a user, a manipulating golddigger, but I knew that wasn’t the response Marcel wanted to hear from me. “You like her,” I replied, rising to my feet. He nodded, smiling happily. "She's amazing, nice, and she gets me." Well, you’re a wealthy man; any gold digger will get you. “I am going to ask her to marry me.” Marcel blurted with a look of excitement.

She got ready and went downstairs to have breakfast, hoping that Shawn must have left for work because she still could not stand his face. She got to school and the students kept giving her suspicious glances. She was confused and didn't know what was going on until Mary confronted her. “You are all over the news, Mrs Gold.” Mary said, accosting her. “And what do you mean?” “What I mean is that you and your gold digging father have finally clamped your claws around Shawn Gold. Tell me, how does it feel to be finally married to him?” That was when it dawned on her that news about her marriage to Shawn must have gotten to the school.

C'S. “WHAT ARE They TALKING ABOUT!? “I AM NOT A GOLD DIGGER!” I exclaimed. The maid leaped in panic and couldn't look at me. “It's time for you to get ready and go down. Miss Crystal, there is already a lot of reporters downstairs. What she said brought my heart to a halt. Reporters? What kind of mess did I get myself into this time... Because of my marriage to that Liam Spencer, people now think of me as a gold digger.

He looked like he could murder someone, and Tabitha knew she had gotten him. " Oh wait a minute! " Tabitha gasped, placing a finger on her lips with a teasing expression. " Is your wife also as ugly and fat as a pig? " She dabbed the steaks. " You know nowadays getting a pretty woman as a wife is almost so Impossible. " " We have only the pigs and the gold diggers left and I can bet on a million dollars that you probably got married to one. " " It's either she is a pig..." She paused, raising the fork. " Or she is a bloody gold digger from the pit of hell. "

Sienna I stared down at the ring on my finger and took a deep breath. My lips were sore from biting them raw. This was it. I had to do this. Marrying into wealth was my only option. Call me a gold digger if you like, but you wouldn’t understand, even if I tried to explain. Marrying a man with money was my only way out—my family’s only way out.

The day Victor Moretti told me he was the Sicilian Don's heir, he also handed me a bill for everything he had spent on me over the years. "Elena, the Family will never let a woman who came to me for money become its next Donna." He pushed the ledger across the table to me. From the hot dogs we shared when we first got together to the condoms we used the first time we slept together. From the mattress-cleaning bill he had fronted to the hospital bill for my miscarriage. Thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars in total. Every single item, down to the cent. I looked at the man I had loved for five years, swallowed the taste of blood rising in my throat, and kept my voice low. "I have to set

Because of Yvonne’s words, people immediately gave me looks of disgust. “No wonder she tried so hard to be with Henry. She’s just a gold digger.” Henry joined in. “You’re a gold digger with delusions. How desperate could you be, thinking you could marry me? You say I was going to marry you. Where’s the proof? “Did I ever buy you a wedding dress, book a church, or get you a ring? Did I ever publicly say you were my bride? “A wedding is sacred. I wouldn’t lie before a priest.”

After a pause, Goldie said to Old Master Shaw and his wife, “Now that things have already come to this, I have nowhere to go. I beg you, please marry me. I don’t wish for you to love me, I don’t want anything, I just want to live.” She held herself like a lowly servant. A crowd gathered around them. Old Master Shaw was conflicted. Finally, succumbing to pressure, he divorced his wife, then signed a marriage certificate with Goldie. After Goldie obtained the Certificate of Permitted Birth, he immediately divorced her and remarried his first wife.