Mistaken For A Gold Digger Full Movie Novels & Stories

She reached for Kael’s other small hand as the cab weaved through the fading afternoon light, the city’s grime blurring past the windows. What if this is a trap? What if I’m leading Kael straight into danger? But something deep in her gut told her otherwise. The man at the funfair hadn’t threatened her, not really. His words had been calm. Precise. He could’ve taken her by force, but he hadn’t. He’d slipped a note into her pocket. Gave her a choice. A warning. And most importantly, he had known who she was. Not the name she went by now. Not the story she told strangers. But who she really was, Laurel Mitchell. Former corporate rising star. The woman who vanished after a multimillion-dollar s

The fact that she played hard to get was funny and annoying and so I called her a two-timing beggar, cheat, liar, a big whore and a scheming gold digger because that was what she truly was. When I went to her house I could barely hold back my laughter. She was really funny, she needed the money but was just being stupid. I presented the diamond ring to her and I noticed how she looked at it proving her to be a gold digger or maybe in this context a diamond digger and isn't diamonds a ladies best friend?

I knew I was going a bit crazy. Why did I need to ask him such details? I should detach myself from him if I wanted to accept this gift from Angeli or my siblings. Yes, I think this is a gift. Sleeping with this man is a present I wouldn’t return. He smiled again. My heart went crazy as he smiled like that. I knew it was wrong, but how could I control my own feelings? “I'm Tristan Luchavez. I thought you knew me, or is this part of the show? If it is, then it's working. I didn't know you were this beautiful. I always decline such invites, and now I kind of regret it.”

“You can't stop me from doing anything I want. I'm keeping your reputation bright and shiny. Which is more than you deserve!” “I wasn't the one who cheated. This isn't my fault. I'd appreciate if you'd recognize that.” “Ella, you sweet, stupid girl, men don't cheat unless their wife pushes them to. You have done something and you know it.” Ella rolled her eyes and disconnected the call. She went through all her settings on her phone to make sure she wasn't sharing her location anywhere. Then, she went out to her car and combed it for any tracking devices. Finding none, she went through her purse. Right when she was about to give up, she found it. There was a little hole plucked in a seam and

My silence only seemed to please Jonathan Zane because a trace of satisfaction flickered in his eyes before he covered it up with a look of righteous disappointment. "I was trying to handle this quietly and give you some dignity, but clearly that was wasted on you," he said. "Stealing your own mother-in-law's gold bracelet? That's a new low, even for you. Maybe it's better this way. At least Victoria gets to see your true colors." I kept my eyes on him as I explained, "I did go to the police station that day, but I went there for—"

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

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

I drove rideshare for five years to support my girlfriend. Then a car put me in the hospital, and she pointed at me and said: "We're just friends." Overseas, hanging off her rich new boyfriend, she looked down at me and said, "Blake didn't mean to hit you. Quit while you're ahead, take the money, and get lost." I smiled, grabbed him by the hair, and put his head into the wall. After they deported me, the Ride-to-Real-Estate System woke up in my head. A few years later I was the richest man in the world, living off rent, and the gold digger came crawling back. "You got even more handsome." My new little sister laughed out loud. "Honestly, I'm jealous of her complexion. She lays it on s

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

I replied and she laughed hysterically. “This is a silly prank, where are the cameras... you can’t throw me out because of that piece of shit! She has just 20 thousand followers, she would ruin this movie! I’m famous, she would only bring shame when the movie doesn’t sell out.. she’s just a gold digger who wants to get famous through you!” She ranted and I slapped her cheek. “I don’t care if she’s a gold digger, she’s a whole lot better than you. You’re a slut. All you do is throw yourself at guys” I replied and she held her cheek, crying.