Old Money Surnames Novels & Stories

Genevieve was freaking out, but I guess that had to be because she was excited or something. “ He comes from old money, Nortia.” My godmother explained. “ Money so old that they don't know what to do with it, they dabble in the oil industry, owns oil wells, numerous ones which has turned out uncountable, the hospitality business and they are the one which everyone would love to be with,” “ Wow,” my mouth curled into an oh. That was a well drafted out explanation which I wasn't expecting or would have ever expected. “ That means he is a good enough match to Alexis.”

I tell him. Garret stands and holds out a hand to Dean. “Garret Vanderbilt nice to meet you…” Garret says politely. I see recognition pass through Dean’s eyes. The hostility he had seconds ago gone because he recognized Garret’s family name. It was that hard to recognize his surname. His family famous for their oil fill in Texas, they have a hand in every big company in America. The Vanderbilts were old money, like really old money. We’re old money but the Vanderbilts have been around a lot longer than we have.

She does not give up reasoning with Dad: “But Sir, isn’t old money more concerned about grooming cultural capitals than social and economic capitals?” “Some of the old money do, but we are not like them.” My father says cynically: “If we old money pat ourselves on the shoulder for our cultural capitals and individualist education, indulging our next generation immersed only in arts or literature, sure, kids get happy, and then what? We’ll bring up soft, weak, over-sensitive creatures only to be destroyed by the power-hungered new money wolves.”

Everly says. “That still doesn’t explain why you would think that we are related.” I point out. “Ok, now it is my turn. For several generations, Savannah was, I guess you can say, ruled by four very influential families. The Athertons, Garretsons, Phillips, and the Morrisfields. Kaden and Alek, your grandmother, was a Garretson. While the Athertons, Garretsons, and Phillips were all friends and even business partners, the Morrisfields were not. They kept to themselves and honestly hated the other families. They didn’t originally come from money and had built their reputation and wealth when they got into real estate, but their main source of wealth came from the steel and coal industr

Maren finally asked. “That'll be really nice," she smiled. “And I have the perfect place in mind. " ***** "So tell me about yourself. You don't seem like someone who fights for hierarchy in the business world” They were seated in a private booth at a classic bar in which Nella had booked. There weren't many people in it despite the fact that it was midday, and the tempo of the music was just enough for people to hear each other speak. “Oh no, my great grandfather was a duke and so was my grandfather. My dad was the civilised one, and he didn't accept the duke title but he did accept the money though” they both chuckled. "You can call it old money”

He collected the paper from my hand and went through the names. Maybe I was ovulating but being close to him in a space like this was doing things to my stomach. Yes, it was the way the dim light highlighted his muscles in his tight shirt. He raised his head, snapping me out of my thoughts. “This is the only name that rings a bell. The family of Sunderland. Micheal and Mitchelle Sunderland's were nobles whose riches were traced to my grandfather's time. They mostly kept to themselves until their only son stood against my father during his time. He was a pain in my father's neck and the only opponent who gave my father sleepless nights. But something happened and he killed himself.”

I finally say. "No. It's impossible for him to be." "Who is then?" She shrugs. "Her mother's family, who are they? Carlisle-Bent rings a bell." "The Carlisle-Bent family made their fortune in oil and gas in the early 1900s. They were one of the wealthiest families in the United States at some point. Still have quite the fortune, although it's nothing compared to what it used to be. Claire's father is Gordon Carlisle-Bent. He's now nearly seventy years old and in ailing health."