Richgirl Novels & Stories

"How dare he be! He doesn't know who I am! I'm Graham Peyton, the richest man in Nashville!" Impatient to hear Tom's father babble, Rachel grabbed her father's cell phone and shouted, "Just so you know, the man I'm going to marry. His name is Nicholas Anthony, and he's listed as the tenth-richest person in the United States by Forbes magazine! And one more thing you should know, I'm not for sale!" she pressed the red button on her father's cell phone, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She turned to Nicholas and found him smiling at her. Whether it was a mocking smile or something, it was clear that that day she was very grateful to him. At least she didn't have to marry Tom Peyton the lol

I forced a smile. “Rich’s.”

Instead, she continued typing on her phone before she dropped it and stood up. She walked past us towards the staircase while Clinton and I continued watching her. She didn't climb the stairs and I thought it was because another footsteps were coming. I was right because a lady finally came down, a wide grin plastered on her face. Clinton froze beside me as if caught in a sudden frost, his entire demeanor stiffening like a statue carved from ice. On the stairs stood a stunning lady who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. Her golden pixie-cut hair framed her face perfectly, and her skin glowed with a radiant brilliance.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

I whined, but she merely shook her head and grinned, her gaze moving past us. I turned around to find Richard standing in a corner, his phone pointed at Talia and me. “How famous do you think I'd get if I post this footage of an award-winning author fighting for cake on TikTok?” “Oh, no. You wouldn't dare, Richy,” I said through gritted teeth, stomping toward him. He smirked and held his phone above his head. I might be tall, but Richard was a staggering six feet six, and towered over me with a good feet and half. Not that his height would stop me.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance. In Las Vegas the St Patrick brothers were known as rich mean billionairs they were obscenely wealthy and ruthless. They were ruthless and deadly. Angela stood on the pedestrian lane searching for a cab it was raining outside and she wnated to go home she saw a Lamborghini approaching her at high speed, she was able to escape being hit by the auto mobile but it splattered dirt water all over her body she was so irritated and enraged

she says. "Like who?" I ask. "Like...like... Richie, maybe," she smiles coyly. Richie? "Who the fuck is that?" I ask her. She smiles wider. "I met him at the state fair. He belongs to the Moonshine Pack. He and I talk sometimes because he thinks I am cute and he is a lot nicer than you. I bet if I want to sleep with him, he will jump at the opportunity because he thinks I am beautiful," Anna says proudly.

She was laying, how could she know if she had an appointment or not, if she hadn't even bothered to ask her name. "Check under Charlotte Richards." If the bitch wasn't bothering to be professional why should Charlotte be? Her new friend rolled her eyes again making Charlotte wish they get stuck in her head. She glared at the brunette before staring at her name tag, she was all about girl power, but this bitch was being a bitch for some absurd reason that she couldn't figure out. She was going to rant her out to the one person she could. Maybe he'd speak some sense into her. "I don't see any Charlotte here, sorry." She faked a smile making Charlotte clenched her jaw.

she was in denial. He curved a wicked smile, “You didn’t have to say it … it was obvious.” She took a deep breath and held it in for a moment, she cleared her head and calmed herself down. This was a man she had to think twice before spitting her guts without a filter like she usually does. This was why she hated rich people, they were so full of themselves. “Look … Richard … Gabriel … clearly what happened had left you sour and surely it was a misunderstanding because I had the impression it was consensual and we both enjoyed it … can we at least agree on that?”