Rich Woman Book Novels & Stories

If it weren't for her wealth, this unscrupulous businesswoman would have bankrupted her within minutes. After transferring the money, Aimee asked, "How long will it take?" "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. Be there in Innisrial on time. Shall I deliver it to you or will you pick it up?"Matilda inquired. Aimee's mouth twitched. This conniving woman never missed an opportunity to make money. Without hesitation, Aimee replied, "Send it here.""Tsk, I was trying to save you some cash," Matilda hypocritically remarked, "You truly are a wealthy woman. So

Margaret wanted something like this for herself too, she could see herself sitting at the center of the garden sipping a glass of Chardonnay and reading a classic book about the First World War or anything rich people read. “It’s beautiful…” she commented. “Hm” Alex nodded, stirring himself awake from the fear that had engulfed him. “You were right…” “About professor Jac.” Margaret began. “He developed an interest in me and handed out his card.” She smiled, just thinking about the moment. “But you were wrong about being richer than him… he’s made about eighty million dollars from just books.” “And I am about four hundred million dollars richer. How is that true that he is richer than I am?”

Maybe her words weren’t completely wrong, but to Camellia’s ears, those words were like gasoline that consumed the flames within her. “Fathers and children are the same, greedy, greedy, one woman is not enough, and they always act as victims as if they were innocent,” Camellia cursed to herself. “I think that woman just wanted to take advantage of Crish’s wealth when, the proof was when I asked Crish about what the woman did, it turned out that Crish said he had just graduated from college and had not worked. See? I disagree even more, if someone is clearly the daughter of a rich, beautiful person, the daughter of a big company owner, then what else are you looking for, right? That way my co

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

Said John “Although we’ve successfully claimed sixty-five percent of the shares, I’m afraid the Russos wont leave without a fight and to keep the company running, we will be needing a permanent investor” Mrs. Carter listened intently as the lawyer outlined the situation facing their family. With each word, her sense of resolve strengthened. She remembered her childhood friend, one of the biggest investors in New York, if she could get their son to marry her daughter it should go well. Across the neighborhood, in the sleek and modern confines of the Russo estate, a different scene is unfolding. Here, the morning air hummed with the quiet efficiency of modern technology, and the household sta

Claudia said angrily. I didn’t step out. I hid behind the staircase and listened. I knew that no one would like me for anyone, because of my past employment. But it was the only job I could make lots of money and I needed to save. I didn’t finish college so I had no degree to offer. I tried looking for jobs related to cooking and cleaning but they didn’t want me unless they got a taste of me. Women and men alike. I didn’t know where else to go.

“No. Grandma, I didn't. I didn't take even a single penny. Promise.” “Are you telling me Dahlia, the one you dated last night was a wealthy man? So that's how you smell? Kind of a wealthy woman. Hmmm?” Grandma has a keen sense of smell, especially when it comes to money. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you.

This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father. Yes, this is the story of how a person so rich can be so poor in many ways. See my dear lusty readers I'm giving you a life lesson here, yes... me, Olga, the Mafia Brat with the wisdom of a ninety-year-old Russian woman when you keep on refilling my empty shot glass with vodka. Okay... Jeez, I need to remind myself to get back to her story. Where were we? Oh yeah... hooking the readers from the first chap, because Olga, I know you can do it.

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "