Rich Guy Novels & Stories

Asshole. “Second, 8? Just 8?” He nods. “Just 8. I was devasted, I'm not gonna lie." I bite back a laugh. “Third of all, you bastard why are you so rich?” “Because I'm handsome and it matches the profile.” “No it doesn't. I'm buying a Buick, you can't stop me.” He snorts. “As long as you drive over to a place called Gino's and pick me up a pizza pie. If not, I'll repossessed and get burned in front of you.”

"Damn, front row, I'm eating up the firsthand melon of a tycoon revealing his own secrets!" "Do you guys remember that lucky netizen who casually donated $200 and got the latest Garcia watch and jewelry, getting something for nothing? Everyone, go congratulate Mr. Garcia! Don't say I didn't remind you!" "Shit! Almost forgot about that, thanks kind soul, don't forget each other when rich!" "I want to be rich! Don't fight me for it!" "..." "..." "Bros, I've been there, don't go... it's impossible to get in..."

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

“Are you sure Ruby is going to be fine? She is alone.” “Grace, there are some perks to being a rich man. And that includes being able to employ the services of very professional security men. So yes,” he shifted closer, a little lift on his lips, some intensity in his eyes, “she is very safe.” “Huh.” I nodded. “Sometimes, I forget that you are a billionaire. You don’t act like one.” “And how does a billionaire act?”

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.

"You're really useless. Do you watch TikTok a lot? Do you believe that nonsense?" "There are indeed many rich people who live simply like that in Hua Du Province," said Hao Jianbin with a cynical smile. "Then..." He looked at Fernando. "But they are rich from renting out property. As for you? You're just a courier. How dare you compare yourself to them." He shook his head dismissively. "Have you ever seen anyone get rich by working as a courier?" "I have!" Joyce finally couldn't hold back. "Fernando has more money than you think!"

[Mia's POV] I couldn’t stop staring at my phone. “$75,000. One night. No limits. My penthouse. Tomorrow evening. I want all three of you.” Richard Caldwell — our sugar daddy, the wealthy 52-year-old tech investor who had been quietly spoiling us for the past few months — had finally made his real intentions clear. This wasn’t another expensive dinner or a shopping spree. This was something much darker, much filthier, and much more expensive.

Such a shameless guy. " 20 million," he said. I humphed. " You must be crazy". I went to meet him across the table. " You seem lost, you should just leave" " I'm taking you with me. I certainly can buy you and your whole household. And I will" he said. It began to get under my nerves. He kept on talking about money and money, I doubt he has that type of money he keeps bluffing about.

He has become a fun boy to talk with, especially that he found out that I am the person he admires. "My name is Rich but I am poor," he said. "Don't worry you'll try how stressed rich people are." I pressed the button on the side of my phone so its screen lit up. "And I want to see how rich men have a beautiful wife like yours." "Have you seen this woman? She's my wife," I said while zooming in on Athara's face. "She's beautiful. I mean, beautiful is not enough to describe her. But I apologise because I haven't seen her here."

"I'm fine as I am, besides, I'm too fat to serve as an object, and you don't even know if I have good health." "Whatever. You don't interest me as a woman. I'll send money to your father, but you'll live on the basics here, you'll have clothes, food, and shoes in the right size, that's it. You're my ticket to freedom, to live freely again," he said as if it were really just basic, but in my old home, I didn't even have that, only my old clothes from the time when I was with my mother. In other words, a rich man can give good things, thinking they are bad, to a girl who didn't even have a decent pair of underwear.