Real Rich の小説・ストーリー

Gideon took the box and flicked the lid open to reveal a massive flawless diamond ring that sparkled with intimidating brilliance under the ambient lights. Maren stared at the obscene piece of jewelry and felt her throat tighten with a sudden overwhelming sense of dread. The ring looked heavy enough to drag her straight down to the bottom of the ocean and drown her in a sea of billionaire politics. "That stone is ridiculous, and nobody will believe a man like you bought something so extravagant without a hidden motive," Maren protested while taking a reluctant step backward.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

"So this is what you look like. You're even prettier than I imagined. Nice to meet you. My real name is Calvin Fulton." Before this, Yvonne had only sent him a few blurry side-profile and back-view photos. Our figures were similar enough that he didn't suspect a thing. When I shook his hand, I carefully counted the long string of numbers floating above his head. I wasn't mistaken—it was ten digits long. But what shocked me even more was that the number was steadily and rapidly increasing. Was this what being rich was like? Calvin literally didn't have to lift a finger. He could just laze around and live off interest, and he'd still be filthy rich.

"No, I don't need anything Dante, I am fine." "No, you need a ring, a real diamond ring, you are my woman, my fiancee and you should be wearing real diamonds." he leads me into a jewelry store that was just across from where we were shopping for baby Kyla. The moment I stepped into the store, my heart stopped for a bit, I have never seen real diamonds upclose. The glint of diamond rings under the lights, sparkling brilliantly, felt like a tiny reflection of the joy in my chest. “I want you to pick one,” he said, leaning casually against the counter. “Whatever you like, I will get it for you.”

“Thank you so much.” Lilian then showed him one guy’s photo. “What do you think of him?” “He doesn’t look bad. What does he do?” “Real estate. Makes over a million a month. A bit too low for my standards.” “A million a month is low, you say…” Risa chortled. “He’s in the top one percent.” “Yeah, but my family is in the top 0.001 percent.” Risa couldn’t counter because Lilian was right.

The proposal arrives on slide seven. SASHA VOLKOV. Twenty-six. Russian-American. Fitness model and influencer with four million followers and the kind of social media presence that looks effortless in the way that only extremely expensive things look effortless. Victoria presents her the way a real estate agent presents a property, with all the dimensions, amenities, and market value, and the amenity she’s selling is Sasha’s ability to stand beside Rhys at public events and look like something sponsors want to invest in.

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly