Spoiled Rich Girl Novels & Stories

“You know—the one. That love-at-first-sight, electric, heart-pounding kind of thing. I don’t need Mr. Right, I need someone who’ll love me for who I am. These blind dates make me feel like a prize racehorse or something. No thanks!” I’d nodded, feeling her frustration. So that’s the life of a rich girl, huh? “Honestly? Me too,” I’d admitted, clinking my glass against hers. “Exactly! He has to be super rich, though.” She grinned. “To the one!” “To the one!” I’d echoed, the two of us clinking glasses. Back to the present, Riley tapped my shoulder. “Sooo, any thoughts on who you wanna be?” I shrugged, trying to come up with some outrageous persona. “Well, playing dumb didn’t work, so… what abou

"She slept with him and walked proudly into my room the next day to tell me how good his hands were and how skilled he is in using tongue." I was full on dirty crying now, hiccups interrupting my cries. Grandma stood, walked to my side and hugged me, he wrinkled hand taking hold of my clenched fist. Her touch, light and comforting. “Take heart, Camilla,” she said softly, her voice a sweet melody. “Your sister has been heavily spoiled by your parents and has no manners and regard for anyone but as for Maverick, he may think he has you bond, but a woman’s spirit is not so easily broken. Endure this season. And when the moment comes… you will know how to rise.”

Isabella’s Pov The large ballroom was filled with expensive designer gowns and well-tailored suits. I looked around, nervous as I knew that I did not belong here. I clutch my dress as I move through the crowd, the girl's glares were like a dagger and their words were as sharp as a sword. “What is she doing here?” “Who is she…” “She looks…..simple..” “She looks poor.” I sighed and ignored them, blocking out the bitter and wagging tongue. I straightened my back with pride as I gripped the glass that held my champagne tight as I walked through the room, trying to blend in.

A crazy maid with a million charms success to disrupt Jerrald Nathaniel Mendez's life. The young girl named Jolicia Floy was the most reckless human Jerrald had ever known. Was the girl really a professional maid as his mother said? Why would a professional maid make so many mistakes on the job? According to Jerrald, Jolicia Floy was nothing more than a spoiled, careless girl. Who is that girl? Little does Jerrald know, his new maid is a rich girl on a mission from her daddy to get a private jet. That girl, Felicity Jolicia Addison, is the spoiled girl of the Addison family.

It seems your life was too easy when growing up, you can't remember to get yourself everything you might need," Elise said. "That's exactly the opposite of my life, my adoptive family wasn't well off and we went through challenging times, only early last year did myfortunesturn and I became a billionaire, I guess I must have cheated myself to forget who I truly am," Tilda said, lately she enjoyed riches and limelight that her previous light became blurry to her, coupled with the life of a princess, it were as though she had never tasted poverty.

Their phones were both directed to voicemail. Her belly bump was know beginning to show and she was afraid of getting out of the house because she knew people would start talking on how she lacked morals and got pregnant before marriage. This was so because Rachel as a child was always a spoilt child but she kept her moral like her first boyfriend was in college and she said that she would never get pregnant not until marriage.

Like it was waiting for something. Or someone. I swallowed hard, my heart thudding in my ears. This wasn’t just about money anymore. I had crossed into something else entirely. Bella’s eyes glinted as she leaned closer, her voice low. “In this place… the men who come here aren’t just rich. They’re billionaires. Trillionaires. They don’t pick just any girl off the street. They come here to choose… for themselves.” Her friend, perched on a velvet chair with a glass of something golden in her hand, nodded at Bella and then turned her gaze toward me. “She’s supposed to be wearing designer clothes,” the friend said, as if testing Bella.

There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed “Billionaire CEO Lucio Ashford spotted with mystery woman amid affair rumors.” Beneath the comments read: ‘Gold digger.’ ‘Homewrecker.’ ‘She knew exactly what she was doing.’ ‘She’s not even that pretty. She must have seduced him.’ I blinked. What the hell? Claire leaned closer. “Oh my goodness,” she said quietly. I scrolled through the pictures, my chest tightening. The comments were worse. People were saying I seduced him on purpose, used him for fame, called me all sorts of names. Every single one made my face burn hotter, making me become more conscious of myself.

I knew for a fact that she was anything but nice. “If you say so,” she said, tucking her comb away. “Come sit here my friend.” I looked around and I noticed that that was the only chair available, if this was like in the movies. I know not to sit on it because there's no reason why this rich spoiled girl would be nice to me. “Ava Piper, find your seat and stop disrupting my class,” the teacher interrupted. I cautiously tested the chair, ensuring it wouldn’t fall apart. I was not about to make a mockery of myself the second time. The spoiled girl smiled sweetly at me, “Don't worry, it's safe.”

"How unseemly. Don't you know better than to judge by appearances?" Another youth strode over, wearing robes of plain cloth as he stared at the rich kid in contempt. "Exactly." The young woman standing with the plainly-robed youth agreed. "Some spoiled brat like you shouldn't bother coming to take the trials at all." The young woman did not wear makeup, but her natural beauty was a class above the rich kid's girlfriend. "Hmm?" The rich kid's eyes widened at the young woman, and he suddenly could not care less about the pair's contempt as he chuckled. "Hey, beautiful. Where are you from? My dad owns Huey Pharma—why don't we go out for drinks after the trials?"