Real Rich の小説・ストーリー

The door creaks open anyway. Of course. What was the point of knocking if he was going to just come in anyway without permission. Ryan steps in, no guards this time, no shield of control or pretense. Just him, dressed in black slacks and a high collared shirt, the silver crest of his bloodline stitched on his shoulder. He looks more like a king than a man. Cold, untouchable. His gaze sweeps the room until it lands on me, sitting cross legged on the couch, arms wrapped around my knees like a child waiting for thunder to pass.

“Good.“ Richard nodded satisfactorily at Arthur's lack of words. “Another absurdity is the fact that you live in an apartment. “ “And what the heck is wrong with that?“ “Everything, man. You're a billionaire. The Belmont mansion is the best in the region. Who would wanna abandon it for an apartment?“ “I love my privacy. The apartment gives me that.“ Arthur shook his head. Richard would never understand. He practically lives in the heart of the city. He loved the buzzes and frenzies of the city, being the overly-social Casanova that he was. “Arthur, what are the possibilities that you're gonna run into your uncle if you both lived in the mansion? None!“ “If you love the mansion so much, you c

Wealth and social standing never bordered her and she paid no interest to it. Chris had been taken aback when Selena offered him a ride home in her Mercedes. She had stumbled upon him during her drive home after their school basketball team lost a game to the opposing team. She was so nice to him after then and never looked down on him even when they both came from different backgrounds, cultures, and family wealth. Chris marveled at her down-to-earth nature compared to that of most girls on the campus that treated him as if he was invisible. His chocolate skin and dreads made him stand apart from the other students.

Charles replies. “And what kind of business is that?”Brian asks. Why are they grilling him? “I’m into real estate.” " Can a realtor afford a trip to vegas? I mean, what do you guys make Fifty grand a year?” Paul asks, smirking. So that's why he wanted Charles. He wants to show off how wealthy he is. "It's not wise to spend money on a vacation when you need to be saving for retirement." “Paul, stop--." Charles smile and takes my hand and kisses it, which makes Paul clench his teeth.

* He said, getting up and pulling her into a hug. He gazed at her carefully and stated, *You look different today.* Sia was delighted that he noticed. She asked excitedly, *Good different or bad different.* R thought for a while before replying *I won’t say that you are looking bad, just a bit different. Umm…how do I explain? It looks like the real Sia is buried under layers. I love the way you look naturally.* Sia was too overcome with emotions to respond. No one had ever told her that she looked good the way she was. Of course, except for her parents.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

"Tutal you have no children yet, you will leave this country and marry Real Group Inc. Real is considered a wealthy family in our city of Makati City. You will never suffer when you get married! Well that Arthur Real is a bit old and a little bit craving for you, Married, but at least you have money, and it's not bad to be your lover." Sophia's face was sad when she heard it, and she came out without saying anything. Lanie knew her son was angry, so she didn't speak, glared at Anthony with a calm face next to him, and blinked bitterly.

i asked and he nodded "Damien!!" I whispered-yelled at him "Eating here looks like it would cost a fortune and not to talk about renting it out, that’s too much for me" i said still surprised by the fact that he did that "You are worth every penny princess, besides it doesn’t cost much, at least I didn’t feel it, so you have to stop worrying about anything princess, besides Richardson enterprises isn’t just one, i have shares in some top hotels you know and i have three hotels too, some restaurants and two construction building, a few estates in California, i have enough to last the third generation after me" he says nonchalantly

Kept it somewhere behind the composure and the contract clauses and the precise, managed distance he maintained from everything that might require him to feel something he hadn't approved in advance. What if I'm not faking? His voice last night. The quietness of it. The way he'd said it and then let the silence answer for him. I turned the shower off. Stood in the steam. Stop it, Skylar. Five thousand a month. That's what this is. That's all this is.

Let them get to know The Real Me. Which is one of the reasons that I worry for him, because why would anyone want to go out with The Real Me? The Real Me doesn’t have a glass of sparkling water between every alcoholic drink, has never read anything by Hemingway, hardly ever washes her make-up brushes and doesn’t help out at a centre for the homeless each weekend. That, obviously, is not the Me on show tonight as I prepare to meet Rich, whom I encountered last week at a networking event in Leeds. Even allowing for the fact that most of our conversation was about PR strategies for professional services, the chemistry was electrifying.