Real Rich Novels & Stories

As Amy just described Azariah, who up till now Rachel didn't really notice how he was dressed or how much he had been staring their way. "Oh shit, Amy, that's Azariah the son of Azariah Olly, the greatest real estateman in the united states and neighboring countries, He is the guy who got the 360 million contract for his Dad in Dubai on their vacation and till date no one knows how he did it, he's very persuasive, relentless and doesn't give two shits about the law because the fuck is the law to a twenty four year old with a staggering networth of 1.97 billion dollars, plus anything he wants he gets," Rachel filled Amy in, sneaking a peak at him and he was still looking their way smiling wit

It was the spelling of that company’s name. Amanda:I think he preys on the innocent. He finds these corporations and swallows them up, then he turns around and ‘makes them better’ for more profit. He’s basically buying and flipping houses, except he’s buying and flipping businesses. It’s kind of heartless and gross.

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.

Amit said to me, smiling. " No, my dear you are not rich, your father is. You are enjoying his wealth. Can you earn even ten thousand rupees with your calibre. Grow up !! You are not independent. If I were a parent, I would never give the hand of my daughter to any such guy. Even if he was a billionaire. You should be capable. And you can do it. Just be responsible and show me that you are serious and I will definitely help you. "

Alexis says pointing at me. "What does he do?" Zia asks "He runs a small investment company passed down from my father’s side of the family" Alexis shrugs "I’m guessing this investment company isn’t so small, is it?” Zia asks looking at me. I nod. “He runs Ravio Investments.” “Zelina Kianna Gold! your husband is the 1 richest man in the world?" Zia asks "Niki made 1?" Alexis asks "Yes." Zia nods so fast I feared she would get whiplash.

"How dare he be! He doesn't know who I am! I'm Graham Peyton, the richest man in Nashville!" Impatient to hear Tom's father babble, Rachel grabbed her father's cell phone and shouted, "Just so you know, the man I'm going to marry. His name is Nicholas Anthony, and he's listed as the tenth-richest person in the United States by Forbes magazine! And one more thing you should know, I'm not for sale!" she pressed the red button on her father's cell phone, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She turned to Nicholas and found him smiling at her. Whether it was a mocking smile or something, it was clear that that day she was very grateful to him. At least she didn't have to marry Tom Peyton the lol

“Gwen! You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancé!” I crossed my arms, watching him with a faint smirk. “Not anymore.” “You… you’re trying to drive me to my death!” he shouted, his face contorted with rage. I scoffed. “I’m not driving you anywhere. You’re the one who dug your own grave.” From the envy of everyone as the supposed “son-in-law of a real estate mogul,” Asher plummeted to nothing more than a penniless nobody. As for Sophia, without Asher to fund her lifestyle, she returned to her previous job as a real estate saleswoman.

Sandros' subordinate alighted from the car and helped him with the door. Sandros placed a foot on the ground before placing the other, “get the stuff.” he ordered, smoothening his crumpled shirt. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up, “Don't waste my time, Matthew.” Matthew jogged, opened up the car trunk, and pulled out the stuff. He held the suitcase protectively, checking left and right as he walked after Sandros. His master, Sandros, should be referred to as the most ruthless man in the whole city. He was cruel, heartless, and most importantly, thirsty for more wealth. He was extremely careful while making deals with people, and once his business partners made

“Have you two brothers under the spell of the fox spirit? You two always speak well of Daisy. Ellin was really angry and just pulled out a chicken feather broom to hit Abe. Abed ran around the sofa, his hands in the air and said “the truth may be hurt to hear but it is necessary.” Elin ran tiredly, sat down on the sofa, gently stroke her bangs like a noble peacock. Triumphant look on her face. “Pretend to be noble. In front of a pile of money, you have to bow your head. Prices for the poor are very low.” “Mom, you gave her your money?” Abe asked, his eyes wide with surprise.