Mistaken For A Gold Digger Full Movie Novels & Stories

She fought me on everything along the way, she was still performing that same prideful act she did when we were young—refusing money, pretending to be above it all, saying she was willing to put in the work. Saying all that if she hadn’t been the one who left me to chase a spoiled rich brat. An excellent actress. Just like before. She wasn’t this image of integrity she was trying to trick me into believing. I couldn’t let myself be fooled again. I knew who and what she was. She was a gold digger, she didn’t care about anything other than money and power—that’s why she left me in the first place because she thought I wasn’t enough for her.

I lacked money, but I could rely on my own diligence and hard work to build a life for myself. I chose Tessa because I had been touched when she said that we could work hard and build a good life together. However, the longer we spent together, the more I felt that she was different from ordinary people. Tessa would show contempt for bargain-priced items without realizing it. She would also order me to do things that she could easily have done herself. When I was at work one day, I saw her get out of a luxury car and walk into a high-class club, surrounded by admirers. That was when I was sure that there was nothing but lies between us.

He said boldly, staring straight in my face, never blinking for once as he said it, looking directly into my eyes. "Fucking gold-diggers doing anything for the attention." He finalized before shaking his head. Did he just call me, an A-list Model, a GOLD DIGGER?! I opened my mouth to abuse him, asking how I was a Gold Digger when he was a mere reporter, not even a journalist. What Gold did he have for me to dig? Asshole.

“But police officer, please lend me your ears. That is the reason I mustn’t be here for too long. I must return to my husband this minute so I could control him from hurting yet another person. Besides, my husband is mentally deranged…” “You keep shut!” he snapped, You gold digger!” he cursed me. I raised a furrowed, offensive brow. “Am I a gold digger?” I asked in tears. My heart skipped speedily, and I had regret engulf my body. “Oh yes, you are agreed to a contract marriage with the billionaire’s mad son because of the wealth you stand to gain, yet you can’t stand up to your duties as a contract wife …” I managed to cut in, “Why would you think that of me? Why would you call me a gold dig

But a panel suddenly rose out of the center of the table—the sort of modern, ostentatious tech-stunt that felt absurd in the manor’s old bones. A television screen surfaced and a video began to play. My stomach dropped as my picture appeared beside a man with too-bright teeth and a voice that sounded like he’d swallowed a frog announced the morning’s headline: “Gold Digger! Mrs. Ivonne Inherits Billions By Sleeping Her Way to the Top! More details to come in a few minutes." I sat frozen. The sound of the phrase in a stranger’s voice made it worse than Alison’s taunt. It made it public and broadcast and grotesquely gleeful.

Her husband looked increasingly angry to see that the password was not false and Eve was able to get into her accout’s application. “You are indeed a fraud. I should have trusted Shirley, who has been my friend for a long time, more than a cheap woman from the outskirts of the market like you," “Dude, please believe me!” Eve seemed to beg by falling down and hugging one of her husband's legs. “I will divorce you immediately. I've already met a lot of women like you out there, A Gold Digger!” said Eve's husband as he forcibly pulled his cell phone which was in Eve's hand, then left the crying woman who seemed to be sitting limp on the floor.

the worst part was they didn't even care that the maids were listening, which is why they had no respect for my wife. "Keep her name out of your mouth." I snapped and my young sister laughed. "I'm sorry.." She still laughed, gesturing with her hands as an apology. "It's just that this woman is obviously a gold digger who pretends to be all in love with a man and jumps on the next man when she doesn't receive affection and probably…let's say sex. She's just an opportunist whore while you're here defending her like…" She trailed off frowning at my mum kicking her from under the table.

I drink a glass of whiskey, drumming my fingers impatiently on the wine counter. Selina's disappearance will affect not just my campaign; my business could crumble if the media discovers that they had been fooled by our charade of a lovely couple. I could only hope that they found her in time before a mess brews. **** The vixen has been caught. I begrudgingly walk into my bedroom, where she has been held, awaiting my arrival. She struggles against her bindings. Her vile mouth is, mercifully, taped. I don't need to hear the string of curses swirling on her tongue.

"I am nothing Sofia or let's correct it...I was nothing until you came along and changed everything. I don't give a f**king damn about who says what about you. I know what you are, and that is all that matters," "But it won't be the same for me," I whispered, the word gold digger going round and round in my head. "I don't want people to think that I am with you because of your money. I don't care a damn about it, trust me. All I had ever wanted was you. Just you,"

It was like she had no idea what I was talking about. Suddenly, it all made sense. She had been trying to make me get her pregnant. I felt so used, and I was furious. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little amused by the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, completely enraged, and yet a part of me was finding the whole thing rather silly. "You're a gold digger," my voice was getting louder. "You're after my money." I mean, what kind of person tries to seduce their sister's husband? It was ridiculous. I was so furious.