Real Rich Novels & Stories

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

"I am kinda crushing on..." Riana is terribly blushing. "Who is this guy? Is he sizzling hot? Is he built? Does he smell good? Does he brush his teeth?" I blabber. Riana laughs. "Yea. And he's rich. Filthy rich. He's the owner of the law firm that I work as an intern." "What's this perfect guy's name?" I grin widely, loving this gossip. She grins broadly. "Ramon Darke." ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Sandra says, “may I know little things about you?“ Sandra says, “yes, my princess, my name is Richard Brown, a real estate consultant, and CEO of Richardo transportation company, and am capable of taking care of you, I will make you happy,” Richard says, “It Is a pleasure to meet you,” Sandra says and the two of them vibe together at the club, and in the morning, Sandra was brought to the hostel by Richard and promised to come back later and he took Sandra's phone number and he gave his phone number to Sandra and he drove off, while Sandra was disappointed because money was not given to her, she walked into the room with annoyance, “what types of problems and deceit is this, where is the mon

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.

Despite his cold aura. She saw no desire or coercion in his eyes. Instead... There stood a man who was impossible to read. She quickly bowed her head respectfully. "T-Thank you... Sir." Her voice was still soft and trembling. She tightly held the money he had given her. Not because of how much it was... But because she thought it might help pay for her brother's medicine. Then she quickly left the VIP room. She did not look back and left the room. But she had no idea that as she walked away, Damian was still silently staring at the closed door. He did not take his eyes off it, as though he were lost in deep thought.

In what world I exist, that world is real to me. "Didn't you say you were in that world just a pale, ugly and alien existence?" Do you want to go back to living in that boring, dreamless, goalless cycle? - I am a greedy person, when I live in a happy family, I thirst for ideals and a brilliant life. When I hold fame, I thirst for friendship. But thanks to the days here, I have realized what more I want. - Look, Ria, all these awards, all these achievements, D.E and us, don't matter to you? You want to throw everything away just for two virtual people? – Rio said as he pulled me to stand in front of the bright display case.

Melanie waited in the hospital anxiously and kept refreshing her phone. But still, she failed to see the news she wanted. “How annoying! Shouldn’t that horrid woman’s naked photo be trending now? What are those reporters doing? How slow can they be?!” She texted the reporters with irritation, but none of them texted her back. “How dare they take the money and fail to get it done?! I can’t believe that Scarlett was driven away that easily. I can’t accept it. I want to torture her more! I must make her fall from grace. That’s the only way I can secure my position in the family!”

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

Every cent I earn goes to you. "I wanted you to clear your debt sooner so we could marry without pressure. "But the truth is that you're a wealthy heir from Goldstine City, someone who can burn through hundreds of thousands without blinking. "You date me in the open while flaunting another woman behind my back."

“I know, but hearing him talk about work makes me hesitate. He promised opportunities.” “Yeah, just like he’s been doing for the last few years. Typical rich boy, acting all tortured and generous, baiting sympathy with daddy’s money, but never following through on his promises.” I chuckled softly but found myself staring at my reflection, conflicted and listless. I shut my mind and finished my shower. But when I opened the cabinet, all that was inside was a burgundy lacy dress—sheer, delicate, and impossibly soft. I could almost picture how it would flow around my body, hugging every curve and gently cupping my most intimate parts.... I cursed under my breath, what the hell was this supposed