Novel & Cerita Mistaken For A Gold Digger Full Movie

"You're just a gold digger who couldn't keep her hands off my man!" The words hit Willow like a ton of bricks, each one heavier than the last. She had never felt so humiliated, so exposed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to form a response, but nothing came out. She just stood there, frozen. Mia's accusations were like a whirlwind of fury, her voice rising with every word. "You're just a gold digger, using Knox for his money!" she spat. "How could you do this to him?"

"I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that." The third maid, an older woman, shook her head in mock disappointment. "Gold diggers these days have no shame. She’s lucky Mr. King isn't ruining her life." "Oh, I think he is planning something, Nicolas King is not a person who shows mercy to the people who betray him." Their words sliced through me like a blade, but I forced myself to stand tall. I clenched my fists at my sides, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. The first maid smirked, stepping closer. "Honestly, Aria, did you really thi

“Do you have any kind of better plan than this then I am all ears. I have always known women like you. You think that you are going to act all high and mighty and say that you don't want anything at all and love the rich guy but won't marry him for his sake, but at the end of the day you are nothing more than a cheap gold digger. I have had you investigated thoroughly and I know that apart from a house in Melbourne you have nothing more than in your name. You are not working anywhere. No one is waiting for you. You have no family to call off and if you go missing then no one is going to try and find you. If you consider from my end then as a plan it is extremely good. And I have no backlashe

Will I be able to tell her the truth? A knock sounded from the door making me flinch in surprise. I quickly sat up straight in my chair and stared at the closed door. "Come in!" The door slowly opens and I plastered a smile on my face thinking she had come back. "Did you forget somethi-" The rest of the words died in my mouth when I saw the different person that had walked in. I never thought I would ever see her again and just the sight of her makes me feel intensively cold. Aria Langford, a former business acquaintance who also happens to be my ex-girlfriend. She smiled sinisterly at me and took off her sunglasses and her cold cat-like eyes penetrates into mine.

The nurse echoed, "Absolutely. In today's society, there are far too many gold diggers trying to elevate their status by exploiting influential women. Ms. Lane, rest assured, we won't take his claims seriously!" Timothy, who had grown up accustomed to wealth and privilege, had never before endured such belittlement. He had never envisioned a day when others would perceive him as a gold digger. It was an insult beyond comprehension for him! Clenching his teeth, Timothy exclaimed, "Mia, do you really think I'm the type of person they're describing? Please, explain to them who I truly am!" Mia rolled her eyes and replied calmly, "People often hide their true intentions, so how am I supposed to

"Sister, why are you stealing my recipes? I know you don't like me, but I worked so hard on those..." She added softly, "Ever since you came back to the territory, you haven't liked me. Are you still mad at Mom and Dad?" Her damsel-in-distress act worked perfectly. The crowd's sympathy for her turned into fury at me. Someone from behind gave me a hard shove. I lost my balance and fell forward, my head hitting the edge of a lab table. Blood ran down my face and dripped onto the floor. Cora knelt down, pretending to help me up. But the moment she touched me, she threw herself backward onto the floor.

“I’m glad about what happened in the hospital. It really opened my eyes to the kind of woman you are.” “The kind of woman I am? What are you talking about?” My brows pull together in confusion. “Yes, now I know you for the gold digger you are.” “Gold digger?” I’m taken aback by his insult. “What the hell are you talking about?” How does breaking his heart make me a gold digger? I’m beginning to think we’re not talking about the same thing. Beau sighs. “I don’t have time for your stupid games, Miss Stephen. Goodbye, and don’t call my office looking for me. I have nothing to say to you.” He walks into the elevator while I stand frozen in place, even more confused than I was before.

“That is the kind of advice that use to come out from a gold-digger. You’re advising her not to look after love, but wealth. I knew it that you are a gold-digger—“ “Maya, don’t misquote me----“ “Just shut up! Shut that thing you called mouth you this gold-digger” Maya said loudly. “You are a gold-digger so I’m not surprise. That is the kind of advice gold-digger gives—“ “Maya, do you realize it’s my wife you’re talking to in that manner. What have come over you?” Maya’s father shouted at her. He was coming from upstairs. He didn’t know what happened, he just overheard Maya shouting.

He laughed "don't stress your innocent self Selena, I know you would remain quiet and listen to me especially when it has to do with the mistake you are about to make." I gasped looking around. I couldn't press a finger on who this stranger was and why he was sounding so mean to me. "What do you want from me?" I asked looking so terrified. "That's a very good question" he wagged his finger in front of her and smiled. Quietly he moved over to the sofa and sat down. I swallowed hard glaring at him. "I want you to cancel the wedding" he said. I gaped "I beg your pardon?" He laughed "you see Selena, it's girls like you that are called gold digger, those types that always prefers reaping where th

Michael's pov - "How?" I inquire, my voice laced with equal parts curiosity and apprehension. I am desperate for a solution, but a part of me hesitates to accept her assistance, unsure of the implications it might have on our relationship. "Maybe with something that I can't prove," she says, her words carrying a hint of mystery. "But don't worry, it's my money, and it's legal. You can use it." My heart sinks, the weight of my past words and judgments crashing down upon me. How could I have called her a gold digger when she possesses such wealth? How could I have been so blind to her achievements and success?