Spoiled Rich Girl Novels & Stories

lives, I will do it. I will destroy you with your Daddy so that he will never trust you again," she said, laughing loudly as if there was no tomorrow as she sipped her wine. She was just now celebrating the loss of Maria from her life and her daughter. Maria worked for eight hours at the Montefalcos building. Her wounds haven't healed yet, but she still needs to work. She has no allowance that she can use, and she will not return to work immediately. Because she won't ask for or just rely on what his dad gives him. She realized that whatever she wanted, she would save it. She will not ask like her sister Mary, who is a very spoiled brat to their mommy. I think she has all the trends. As for

I knew that spoiled little rich girl wouldn't last long. She said she truly loved him, but I don't think so. If she loved him, she would endure anything. Although she must be with him out of love because, from what I understood, that wretched woman is filthy rich. She probably works as a hobby. She must be one of those people who want to show off their value. I doubt I would work to prove my worth if I had all that money.

A few weeks earlier. In which everyone was making some question their initial assumptions, she was ugly, not hideous, but she didn't have a physical attractiveness that made her more beautiful, this was due to the fact that from an early age, when she was observed, in addition to always being adored, for being one of the daughters of a wealthy high society businessman. The girl got involved in a relationship with a black sheep being adored, he tried to take her money, literally took a good amount of money from her bank account, the money which was more than 1 million for college tuition.

She entered a few stores and bought a few things which she thought were a good deal and when she was done shopping she got herself some dessert before heading back to the hotel. When Stefan was back, he saw the shopping bags on the hotel room and smiled proudly. “I see someone did a little shopping here.” Yes, he was bragging. That was the difference between a broke man and a wealthy generous man, for the wealthy and generous man, having their woman spend money was like a badge of honor. “Yup, I wouldn’t be able to do this without you, so thank you. Anyway, where are we going after this?” “You’ll see.”

“So… how was your meeting with my dad today?” One glass went down fast. Then another. “It was good. What else would it be?” Another drink appeared in her hand. At this rate, she’d pass out before midnight. She opened her mouth to say something suspicious. But suddenly, a drunk girl stumbled straight into her, spilling wine all over Sophia’s dress. Sophia snapped instantly. “Are you blind?! You ruined my dress!” The girl staggered closer, clearly looking for a fight. “What’s a spoiled rich girl like you doing in a place like this? Or does your daddy pay for everything?”

The girl next door was in her fashion, but it was a little different. Her glossy open blond hair, Chanel dress with a fur coat over it, diamond pendent in the neck, Jimmy Choo high heel, and Dior bag screamed wealth from every corner of her body. The makeup on her face was well-done. Sure, some professionals did their magic on her altogether. She felt like two different people. Somehow, at present, she looked like those rich spoiled kids who knew nothing but spending their parent’s hard work lying on the bed. The stubborn one who disrespects everyone in the room and places themselves above anyone.

I looked at Sophie who's currently checking her newly polished nail. "She's rich?" I asked. "Filthy rich," Sophie said. "She's a daughter of a multi-billionaire." My eyes enlarged. "Wow. I feel so small and cheap," I told and bit the end of my ballpen. "Hey, guys. I'm back," Mila uttered and sat at the chair beside me. I just smiled at her and closed my eyes. "Hey, cookies! Can I have some?" I nodded and gave Mila the box of cookies. I feel so weak, depressed and sad. Imagine, my friends can afford an iPhone, a sushi platter or whatever expensive but me? I can't even buy myself a decent blouse from a mall nearby my apartment. Eehk, that creepy apartment. I'm just thankful to my brain that it

She said smugly , "Please choose another one, this one is my friend's choice first. Ammit said angrily, she hates the rich people who bully people the most. - People who dress like that, can't afford to buy this shirt of tens of millions of dollars. Jane Faustina Van Gaal scornfully said, she is the youngest child of the sixth Van Gaal family in S city, since she was pampered, she became like that - Is this enough? Lilly was silent before speaking, she looked at Jane Faustina and then threw a stack of money on the table. The employee's eyes lit up, but she didn't dare offend Jane Faustina

She chuckled and glanced at me up and down. "Somewhere important? Really? Do you have anywhere important to be except here? You are a fool, a nobody, you don't even deserve to be my bodyguard!" She yelled at me. I walk towards her and stop in front of her. "Yes, you are rich and I'm poor, so what? A lot of poor Americans still work for the elites, if we don't then who will?" I asked angrily. "I want my innocent and lovely Emma back, your egoistic self is nothing like Emma!"

I turned to Wynne, whose smug expression faltered as I spoke slowly. “Back then, I was the one who chose to sponsor you. You were this frail, timid girl, talking about a violent father and an absentee mother. You said you had nothing but dreams of a better future. “Your eyes used to shine, as if no obstacle could break you. Wynne, when did you become someone so greedy and calculating, consumed by vanity? Is this your idea of gratitude? Sleeping with your benefactor’s husband and carrying his child?” The girl who had once clung to my sleeve, thanking me with teary eyes and promising to repay my kindness, had been swallowed whole by the dazzling world of wealth and ambition.