Rich Woman Book Novels & Stories

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

Stepping out, gracefully, confidently — all eyes on her. And there was Charlie, smiling at her like she was the only person that mattered. Wait...Ivy is truly the unknown CEO of WASTON Group? She is the richest woman in the City? And also the hidden Heiress who we've all been searching for? Asking myself this question, I shook my head. No..... NO! No. This can't be happening. NOOOOO!!! The room spun, my breath disappeared, and a deafening silence filled my ears.

Maria would answer with brilliance. One day she told her that she needed to consider being a nun if she wanted to continue with the Roman Catholic financial aid. This came as a shock to her because she had no intentions of being a nun. She told sister Mary right away that she wanted to be a social worker. "You cannot use the church money if you don't want to serve the church", sister Mary said sternly. "But sister I would help even people of the Church if I' m a social worker", she said with confidence

"That company is a gift from master to us, but he didn't want to tell anyone that's why I keep as a secret and told you that it was my parents who left it for me" "Did your master really given you that company?" "Yes, do you know the BBB?" "BBB? Isn't it that it was the mysterious richest person in the world it's wealth is beyond imagination it almost have half of the worlds wealth and it percent become larger it is now 70% of worlds wealth" "Your right, honey that BBB was my master daughter's initials0, Brilliana Belle Bueneva" "Honey, I get it now, your so lucky finding such a ultimate rich master, then how much is your salary"

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.

I knew because I searched for the jeweler on the internet and when I took a glance at their price list, I realized that my husband was indeed wealthier than I'd thought him to be. "You're very lucky to be married to a man like Mr Rexroth. He's literally the richest man of his age in this city, and even if he's rumored to be so closed off and cold, I notice that he breaks character for you. You alone. That must be a fairytale." The middle-aged woman gushed. I looked at her with a hint of sadness in my eyes, which I wondered if she could see. My life was no fairytale, it was far from it.

Ten years later. Sonia's pov I sat on the dressing chair, I stared into the mirror with a beam of smile. A lot of things have happened during the last few years. I would like to start with Nancy, she graduated from college a few years ago with a lot of honors and awards. There is no doubt that she is intelligent and brilliant. She is correctly the richest business woman in Switzerland, she would be the only young lady to attain that position. Everybody became proud of her.

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.

Like that, Damon praised all the kids who rushed toward him, waving their books in the air. While I observed the sight in front of me, I felt someone sit beside me. It was the woman. “I am surprised you decided to join us,” she said and I turned to face her. “What is that supposed to mean?” “I can tell from your clothes that you are rich,” her eyes raked my outfit, “and most rich people don’t pay attention to places like this unless they have ulterior motives.” “Ulterior motives?” I asked, wondering how that could be. It would be a waste of time for anyone with the power to deal with places like an orphanage.

Ladies, why do you have to judge a book by its cover? Since when has it been a yardstick to see those in suits and designer wears as the most prosperous people. Because you always see me in my white long robe you have wrongly judged me as a poor person and I had married your boss because I want her to take care of me. You must be ashamed of yourselves. Manageress thank you for your service I have a token of one billion dollars for you at least you can buy four luxurious cars for yourself. Accountant please withdraw another one billion from my cad and give it to her in cash.