Novel & Cerita Stop Acting Rich Book

"I heard Estelle and Nathan broke up, and she cut off financial support while his mom was seriously ill." Soon, thinly veiled posts began appearing across social media as well. "These days, the rich have truly become so heartless. They turn their backs on people at the drop of a hat!" The most hilarious of all was Sherry's impassioned remarks that she blatantly posted on her social media. "I don't understand how someone can watch an elderly person suffer from illness and remain indifferent. Does money really kill a person's conscience? I feel so bad for Nate. He offered his love and devotion without receiving the same in return."

“Just being honest.” “Well, damn. If I were you, I’d have signed that deal the second he offered it,” she said, picking her phone back up. “Hold up, let’s check his net worth.” “I already know he’s rich,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, but how rich? That’s the real question.” She clicked a link and gasped, her eyes widening. “Elaine. This man is worth over a hundred billion dollars.” My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.”

Winnie dropped out of school early and married a newly rich businessman. Rumor had it that he was violent and that her life was miserable. She often posted sad messages online about her youth. As for Quincy and me, we both went to Harrington University. We walked by the lake and studied in the library. In our second year, he confessed to me. There were neither flowers nor a crowd. Only a thick notebook. Inside were my habits, my problem-solving methods, and page after page filled with “I like you” written in the margins. That day, I heard his clearest thought.

He glanced at me and stared down at the river with a deadpan expression. "Do you want to do it together?" he asked me in a dejected tone. "Or we could wait a few more days. It's about to warm up. The water probably won't be so cold then." Two people who mistakenly thought the other was suicidal somehow ended up as each other's broken-soul companions. And then, just as inexplicably, one became known around town as the bookstore owner, and the other as the owner's wife. I organized bookshelves, brewed cheap but fragrant local coffee, and occasionally stared out the window, lost in thought.

"But don't they give you five grand a month? Most people can't touch that. You really want to switch? I mean... I wouldn't mind." At "five grand," her eyes dimmed. "What are you talking about? I'm just venting. Rich people have quirks, right? Why make it a big deal?" Now it sounded like I was the one complaining. I didn't argue. I wasn't the one suffering. She didn't bring it up again. Just walked off, dazed. I watched her go, oddly relieved. That five grand a month? It wasn't pay. It was blood money.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

"Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!" "When are you going to drop this act? Don't tell me you're actually falling for Aimee Sinclair, that little country bumpkin!" Isaiah's voice came through clearly, mocking. "Are you kidding me? She's just a distraction and nothing more. She's not worthy of my feelings." He laughed cruelly. "When I told her I was over a million dollars in debt, she said she'd stick by me and help me pay it off. I've never met anyone more gullible or pathetic in love."

Nerine whispered anxiously. “I don’t know,” Luke replied quietly. “But trust him. He’s not the kind of man who would give up Miss Katherine just for money. He doesn’t need it.” Richard suddenly burst into laughter. “You really know how to play the game, street rat,” he said. “Fine. Thirty-five million.” “Thirty-nine,” Steve replied calmly. “Thirty-seven million, you greedy bastard,” Richard snapped before glancing at Katherine. “Do you see that? You’re nothing more than a money-making machine.”

“They want me to buy out A.A. Biotech.” The words hung between us like poison in the air. I straightened slowly. “Explain.” Richard rose from the chair, and even now I hated that he still carried himself with that same quiet confidence. Time had added sharper lines to his face, but it had not humbled him. “I flew to Boston last weekend,” he began carefully. I laughed once, cold and sharp. “Of course you did.” He said nothing. My eyes narrowed. “And what were you really doing in Boston?”

she opens her book, “I have a story to finish.” Prince Richard stood on his feet then gazed at Atari with a smile before walking away. Atari narrowed her eyes to Prince Richard as he walks away then looks back at her book, “Enjoy it a little longer.”