Novel & Cerita Richie Rich

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

"Mr. Anthony, yeah?" I stared at the image before nodding. "Yes. Mr. Richard," I corrected. "But there’s no way this man is the third richest person in the world." The words came out more to myself than to her. If I had been walking around town with the third richest man in the world, I would’ve known. There would’ve been signs—paparazzi, high-level security, entourages. Richard had none of that. He drove himself around, stayed in relatively low-profile places, and barely had anyone hovering over him.

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

On the headlines words were pasted with clear blank ink in bold - The youngest and the most successful businessman of the country swipes another record. Below the photo was of Adonis shaking hands with the president of the US. Wow. Aliza was intrigued and read through the report. Charles Rodriguez, the CEO of Richmond Industries sweeps away the previous record of the country's richest magnate with a turnover of more than 500 million a month. Aliza's jaw dropped to the floor reading the business column. Can anyone be that rich in the world? Probably he is richer than the president of the US. She thought it implausible.

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

“But not to watch your show.” Vivian’s smile faltered. “I will have company.” With my rich boyfriend.” She laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Rich? Boyfriend?” “He is a significant business executive in New York. Heir to a substantial fortune,” I continued to lie, feeling my stomach turn. I needed her to feel a minimum of doubt. “Really?” The lines on her face drew into pure incredulity. “I am anxious to meet him.” For a moment, Vivian stood still, frozen in front of me. She was trying to assimilate the idea that I could have something of value. Then, she turned her feet and walked away, taking the news to the campus.

Richard sat alone at the table, a glass of scotch in front of him. He stood up when they approached him, stiff smile, his eyes darting uncomfortably from one to the other. "Raven. Killian," he said, deep practiced voice. "Don't become friends with me," Raven said icily, sitting down across from him. Killian stood over her, arms folded, warning every inch of him. "I don't want to fight," Richard said, holding up his hands a little. "I just… I know that I owe the two of you some things."

The sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided past me like something out of a movie, its polished body reflecting the morning sun. Every student near the entrance of Westbridge Elite College turned to stare as the car came to a smooth stop in front of the marble walkway. And then he stepped out. Derrick Zach. The billionaire everyone in the country seemed to worship. Owner of half the city’s biggest companies, generous philanthropist, and the man whose face constantly appeared on magazine covers and business channels.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.