Novel & Cerita Richie Rich

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Every student he passed instinctively moved out of his way, terrified by the fury radiating off him. He was Xyrius Dale f*cking Smith—a multi-billionaire, from the most influential and powerful clan in all of Asia. The grandson of Guillier Morreti Black, one of the most feared mafia leaders in the continent. He got what he wanted. No one said no to him. "Babe!" "Xyrius!" He didn't bother turning around when someone called him. He just rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for flirting. "Babe!" Emma shouted angrily, grabbing his arm.

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

she said. “Everyone has dreams… but money is the power behind action. Without it, you just talk—you don’t do. Wishing doesn’t bring wealth. “Preach, sister!” Naomi said with a playful grin. “But girls, I heard the orphanage was built by a young man when he was just eighteen,” Naomi said thoughtfully. “I’m trying to remember his name…” “Roland William!” Tasha chimed in. “Yes, Roland William,” Samantha echoed. Her voice grew quiet. “The last time I googled, He’s the richest man in North America now. A billionaire. His father gave him a strong foundation. He was born with a silver spoon.”

[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.

He is my pride and joy and father has bee torturing me with small updates and pictures whenever I make someone bankrupt when they invest in him. "Ho- How could he do that?" I shouted angrily at the thought of having a nephew that I had never know about and what my sister could have gone through ever since she fell for someone and had the one thing she loved with all her heart taken away form her. "He is our father Nev. He is known in the business for being ruthless and nobody wants to go against him due to this fact." "I know but my nephew is also his grandchild. Yet what is his name and what happened to the father?"

Gifts worth more than thousands of dollars. With the power of just one person, Felicity’s lifeline which had been trampled, was restored immediately. Quera was a little dumbfounded at this sight of this. What? This Ordinary Man was really rich? He also had fifteen thousand dollars? “Damn it! He must have stolen money from his house!” “How can he be that rich? Isn’t he a fake local tycoon?” “Yes! He must have stolen this money! Brother Champion is the real local tycoon!”

Nina hugs me and heads out of the door. Almost a few minutes after Nina left my doorbell rang. I opened the door to be greeted by Richie. "Good Evening Ms. Rodrigo" he smiles at me. "Hello Richie" I smile. "Shall we get going?" He asks. "Yes sure!" I grab my phone and house keys and follow Richie to the car. As usual Karter was waiting in his black limousine. Richie opens the door for me and I head inside. Karter looks up at me and smiles, "Hello Marie. You look stunning"

And when he finally succeeded in doing so, he smiled, he was an aged man, no doubt, with grey hair peeking through his scalp, but still, he appeared young, with his suit etched elegantly on his body. He walked to the board and smiled. "Thank you for all coming here. I am pleased to see everyone here," A resounding clap was heard next, and his gaze lingered on Alec. "Even though I know some of you would rather not come." Murmurings broke out. Alec squeezed his face discomfortly, he knew his grandfather really well, someone who was energetic and would only do business if it benefitted him. "As of presently," His gaze lingered on everyone present in the room, his voice was cold, definitely not

Then, he sighed softly and tuck his hands into his pockets. "My name is Nicholas Brooklyn!" The man politely introduced himself, he sounds a bit nice this time. "You are from the Brooklyn’s family?" Scarlet couldn't help but gasp aloud, her pupils grew at the realization of the man in front of her. "I'm his son!" Nicholas simply shrugged his broad shoulders, and Scarlet's features wrinkled in shock and laced with astonishment. This man in front of her is the son of the most popular billionaire in USA Today. His sole name hit the headlines every day. If they say money grows on trees; honestly this man grows one. He's incredibly wealthy, he's powerful, he's superb!