Rich Guy Novels & Stories

I gently squeeze his hands, a silent gesture that conveys my gratitude for his unwavering support. “Everyone knows how rich and powerful the Rique family is, so it would be both baseless and foolish for anyone to try to swindle them,” Rick states, his voice dripping with a mix of arrogance and disdain. He glances around the room, as if daring anyone to challenge his assertion.

He held a crisp $100 cash out the window without even glancing at my direction. "Go get yourself checked out and buzz off, trash," he sneered, his deep baritone voice tinted with some sort of luxury. Man's definitely a Billionaire, or even much better, a trust fund kid. He threw the cash at me and my cheeks instantly reddened with humiliation and fury. Why do rich people always act like they own the whole world? "I'm not a charity case, you damn arrogant prick!" I spat at him and flung the $100 cash at his face.

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

"Huh! I bet you're just talk. Did you have a lot to drink? Are you drunk?" Audrey chuckled. "Rico actually comes from a second-tier upper-class family. Do you know what that means? It means his family has a fortune of at least 15 million dollars! That's not an amount you can easily surpass, you know." Severin smiled. "There's no point comparing him to me since we're not even in the same league." "Why you!" Rico gritted his teeth. He wished he could ask Severin to show me the amount of money he had in his bank account, but alas, even he knew that would be very rude.

He threw his head back as he burst into laughter, “Rich?" “Aren't you rich?" “How do you know I'm rich?" “I guessed so." “Wrong guess," He turned me around and I was facing him. "I'm not rich Cleo. I'm as poor as a church rat,” he said and snapped his finger against my forehead. I rubbed my forehead, my eyes darted in confusion, "But? The sleek cars? Expensive clothes? And?” "It all comes with the kind of work I do. Take the work away and I'm nothing," He made a puff sound at the end and also snapped his fingers in the air.

Alice's heart raced, contemplating her bold move to offer herself in marriage without meeting her future spouse, only to find herself in a surprisingly favorable situation. 'Isn't that Andrew Kingston, the famed business tycoon? Word has it that even Richie Rich can't tally up the sheer number of businesses he commands. And, as if that's not enough, he's the singular force behind Royman Productions, consistently delivering box office hits. Is he born into wealth, or is there a lucky charm in play?'

But he acted rude, it what as though he didn't give two fucks if had anything to do with some other man" "This obnoxious rich guy, how rich is he? Are we talking millions or billions?" August pressed. "That's not the point," River insisted.

“What’s the big deal about not knowing knife-and-fork etiquette? If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve thought that someone was threatening us and forcing us to learn it. “Tatiana, you’re not being held at gunpoint, are you?” Tatiana did not answer, but Tahlia could barely stop herself from laughing beside me. Right then, she sent me a message. [That was great. I’ll add 100,000.] Oh, my God… I was getting rich! Tomorrow, I could be on the Forbes list. “What the heck are you on about?” Tatiana pushed her steak aside and ordered some stir-fry instead.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

He shrugged again. I widened my eyes in realization, "no way, you are a singer?" "Well, a rapper, ten million followers on social media but you know, no big deal." He chuckled. "What the fuck? Oh my gosh, what about Five and Jay, those guys some celebrities too?" I had just met two famous people and I hadn't even realized it. "Nah, Five's Anthony's brother, you won't hear much from him, barely speaks. Jay on the other hand, he's a model but he keeps it low key. That bastard is top ten most paid models in the world right now." He told me.