Old Money Names Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry. I gave all 10 billion dollars to Mary Jane. You won’t be fretting now since it’s in her hands, right?” “Alright. I’m not worried about you spending. I’m more anxious about your motivation, brat. I’m old now. My heart refuses to return to its place if I don’t hear something for myself.” It was evident that the old fox did not care about the money, especially at his age and with his status. Money was just boring digits to him and had lost its magic and appeal. He just hoped that his family would not deteriorate to waste, knowing that it was hopeless to expect anything of William.

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

"This is our family's trusted secretary. He's been protecting my family's wealth for decades." "Oh." Keira's eyes widened. "You are rich, Mom?" she asked. "Yes. In fact," Henry spoke, "the Golden Age was funded by them before it was even on top." "Oh," Keira exclaimed. "So..." She waited for her mother. "I will tell you the rest later. But I want you to greet him. This is Carter."

I quizzed in curiosity and she nodded. "He named us according to the circumstances surrounding our birth; My brother was born as at the time my dad got the biggest contract of his wealthy life, so he named him Olatunji, which literally translates to 'wealth reborn'. My sister's name is Olabisi, meaning 'born into wealth' because that was literally what she was born into... " She trailed off into silence and I patiently waited for her to come through with the story behind her name.

" The old man presented himself to me while also calling my deceased name. “How? " I probed again, startled that he was also aware of my deceased name. "Don't worry, Ms. Damore, your grandmother, Madam Lylah Irita Damore, has told me about your deceased and current names," he said “But don't worry, I will never tell anyone about it because I made a promise your grandmother and grandfather that I will be loyal to them while also serving my loyalty as a payment for their kindness that they have shown to me," the old man made clear, trying to assure me that he would not tell anybody about my past.

Was it possible he didn’t know? I knew the answer almost immediately. Karl didn’t know. He would never intentionally put me and my children in a cabin owned by Zach, then smile while pouring sparkling water. Karl had plenty of flaws, probably. I hadn’t found them yet because the man was so polite it bordered on suspicious, but being Zach’s hand puppet was not one of them. Which meant there was another layer. A smaller entity beneath the larger entity. Old money was always like this. It never came with its real name on the door. It always used shells, holdings, subsidiaries, trusts, vehicles, legal words that, when translated, meant: we own all of this, but we don’t want ordinary people to kn

“I'm sorry sir but I have no idea what you want from me? Im just doing this to help out my friend” He smiled before turning to the other older men in his circle“The Harrington name has claimed this bride” We watched them snicker. What’s going on, “oh dearest, you really have no idea who you are?” the old man asked, i shook my head still confused. “You are descended from a very powerful bloodline and I've been searching for years, with that said, I'd like to offer you five hundred thousand dollars” Everyone gasped, “What!” People started taking their phones out, recording.

His family was one of those ‘Old Money’ people who had cemented their roots deep into the ground of the Central Continent. It was not an understatement to say that they owned the Northern area of the Continent. But since they don’t really go out to the media as much, only a select few knew who they were. Like they said, real ‘Old Money’ was more of the people under the radar. Today, though, Liam decided to wear branded clothes. Today, he would be meeting someone who knew their family as Liam Almandine. He heard that his parents and grandparents had reached out to an old acquaintance who introduced them to one of the Imperial Bloodline family.

She was not even trying to hide the fact that it had bothered her a lot. He let out a sigh. “When most women hear my name it’s like they see me as a bank, like I am just worth it because of the money, so I just stopped, Jax is a nickname that I’m used to being called, my dad calls me it all the time, but it makes it easier to figure out who is just with me for the money.” He answered honestly. “You should see the things women are willing to do when they find out you’re rich. Why didn’t you tell me?”

His jaw clenched. “Watch your big mouth, little nosy bastard,” he said. The oldest of the lot—a Fat Man with the stained silk tie and short temper—leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his glass. “Calm down everybody! You can’t have both the girl and your legacy, Elky Jennings. You have to pick one or another.” Legacy? What a poetic word for a stash of blood money in a dodgy Swiss account and multiple floors of empty rooms with 18th century closets full of skeletons. I swallowed a smirk with my wine but my face didn’t move a muscle.