Stop Acting Rich Book Novels & Stories

I say sweetly in his ear. Danger I begin to stroll around the majestic building, while I approach the balcony. “Richard must be there” “Mr Richard, here it is, the proposal to our shareholders. You have to sign it.” “Give me a moment…. Don't you think I should go through this file before signing?” Richard stammers as he reaches out for a glass of wine to continue getting drunk. I quickly rush to stop him from getting soaked in alcohol. “Richard, that's enough. Let go of the glass please”

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

Sister Mary summoned him to come and be a mediator on the case. There was a lot of questioning and cross questioning from both sides. Maria was sobbing bitterly but she stuck to her story. "My father gave it to me", she kept saying those words. Sister Mary threatened her several times but she kept saying the same thing all over again. The chief of the village knew Maria's father. He was one of the wise man who usually came with valid discussions when there was a matter that needed to be resolved in the royal house. He was one of the chief advisors. The chief knew that he once worked in the mines when he was still a young man. He used to tell them house they dug the diamonds in one of the big

I sat on the swing chair and had a glass of wine beside me as I began to read. Rich Dad Poor Dad, a book known to have transformed many lives. Though it was not my first time reading this book, I preferred to always read and read it again. As I was reading, the mansion was quiet but the TV was on—with the mute on. I was about to flip the page of the book to another when my eyes suddenly caught Tyler’s face on the news. I squinted my eyes. What has he done this time? I picked the remote from the center table and unmuted the TV, but with a minimal volume.

He quickly shouted, "Alright, alright! Stop talking. I'll pay you, okay? Mom, transfer the money to him!" Hearing that, Vivian was on the verge of losing her mind. The Thatcher family was in such dire straits, yet her son was still playing the fool with money. They could not even scrape together 300,000 in cash right now, let alone 30 million. Their family had fallen on hard times long ago. They had no liquid assets to withdraw. At this point, even their house and cars were mortgaged. They owed the bank hundreds of millions. If they could not pay it back, they would lose everything.

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

"Would you take me?” Arabella stared at him. "You mobilized the Minister of Education over a school bullying case, and you're telling me a restaurant is too hard to book?" She raised an eyebrow. "And 'too expensive'? You're a billionaire.” Richard shrugged, scrambling for a believable excuse. "It really is hard to book. And just because I have money doesn't mean I like wasting it.” Arabella studied him, waiting for him to crack. But Richard kept his gaze fixed on his phone, refusing to meet her eyes.

“You came here for a reason. Because you’re scared, yes, but also because you know this can’t last. If Jack takes everything, you’ll be left with scraps. He doesn’t keep allies — he drains them.” Richard’s eyes darted again, as though he expected Jack himself to walk through the door. His lips parted, and for a moment I thought he might actually tell me more. But then something changed. His face stiffened, his shoulders straightened, and his eyes went flat. “No,” he said firmly, almost like a man reminding himself of a script. “This conversation never happened.” “Richard—” “I mean it.” He grabbed his coat, rising from his chair. “Forget I said anything. If you’re smart, you’ll stop fighting

“Just, read it quietly. Don’t make me hear another word about blood and that stuff. I don’t need the mental images.” Rich chuckles and closes the book with a dramatic snap. “Fine, fine. I’ll spare your delicate sensibilities.” He leans back against the seat, hands behind his head like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Serena nudges him. “So, how does it end?” “You think I’ve finished it already?” he replies, smirking. “Patience, sunshine. We’ve got a long drive ahead.” I exhale slowly, trying to focus on the road. “Long drive, exactly. So keep yourselves occupied without giving me nightmares. Deal?”