Real Rich Novels & Stories

Edward didn't know why but he somewhat became affected that he found himself lying down on the bed while pondering on what Cecelia said. "So you don't need money from me.... what about position..... you don't need anything that would make you rich?". Edward typed while raising his brow. "Well! I'm rich in my own way.... but I don't need money, all I need right now is a friend. A friend who would always be there for me whenever I need him the most!". Cecelia said smiling.

"I have a plan, Jackson. But we need to wait until Image Copes Enterprise signs the partnership deal with Luke Richardson, the CEO of Madmus Real Estate." Jackson's eyes widened as he considered the implications. Luke Richardson was one of the wealthiest men in the world, with a net worth exceeding billions of dollars. He owned some of the most lucrative businesses globally, including Madmus Real Estate, one of the largest real estate companies in the world, and Britain Airways, a prestigious airline. Amelia's voice dripped with excitement as she continued, "Just think about it, Jackson. With Luke's resources and influence, we can crush Image Copes Enterprise and take control of the company.

I looked shocked upon hearing Richard is the boss of Dark Realm. Then why did he purchase me for 50 million dollars? Was that for show off? I pondered but didn't voice it out. However, I asked Rosa, "If you claimed Richard is the boss, why did he have to pay to have me? He should have simply chosen me as his property without paying. So automatically, the payment is fake and not real, and likewise that receipt. Why haven't I thought about these? How can a man splurge 50 million dollars on an ordinary woman like me?"

With that, One Million Reais came to an end. Thank you for reading "One Million Reais" till the end and giving your support. I'll return with another adventure story soon. From the author, Hellan White.

On our fifth anniversary, Jerome Walsh's childhood friend, Nora Blunt, comes back from overseas. "I'm back! Happy anniversary!" she laughs. Jerome's face lights up. He slips an arm around her waist and fusses over her, taking her coat, fetching her slippers, and pouring her a glass of juice. Meanwhile, the candles sit forgotten beside our fifth anniversary cake. After dinner, Jerome hands Nora a gift. It's a giant stuffed toy with "Happy Ten Years, Nora and Jerome" stitched across the front. That's when it hits me that the anniversary he's celebrating isn't ours. It's theirs. Nora teases him with a smile. "I can't believe you still remember. I thought you'd forgotten all about us now t