Rich Guy Novels & Stories

"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..."

“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.

Confidence for days. “Wait… you know him?” I asked, watching Hailey fan herself like she was seconds from fainting. She stared at me like I had just asked who Beyoncé was. “Essy, are you serious? Who doesn’t know Lucian Knight? He’s literally the richest man in the country. Women line up for a glimpse of him. He’s called the most sought-after bachelor and the city’s most notorious playboy—because apparently, he doesn’t sleep with the same woman twice.”

“I’m fireproof anyway.” She blinked up at him. He was tall—maybe six-foot-two—with deep brown eyes and a smile that held the sun. His shirt was soaked, yet he didn’t seem bothered. “I’ll pay for dry cleaning,” she insisted. “Not necessary,” he waved off. “I’ve had worse burns at work.” “Work?” she asked, curious despite herself. “Fireman,” he replied, then extended his hand. “Thunder Voldizépeña. And you are?”

"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.