Stop Acting Rich Book Novels & Stories

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.”

The beautiful girls who were all working at Wayfair Mountain Entertainment undoubtedly had only one true purpose, which was to marry a rich man. Therefore, they would definitely take advantage of this opportunity that Mr. Lyle had given them to make amends and build up a relationship with Gerald. Even if they didn’t feel apologetic at all, they could not help but rush forward immediately. What was a rich man? The man standing before them now was a true rich man! He was the wealthiest and most powerful man here! Gerald was shocked when he heard her explanation. Six of them? This was just too shocking. Gerald was stunned. At this time, Jane took out a remote control before she pointed it at th

"Nice one, babe. You've had your beautiful comeback and main character moment. It's time to stop playing games and being loud. Now, tell me what you want so you'll back off and stop putting my name in the headlines for stupid reasons." "Ooh, Richard. What can you offer the fifth richest person in the country to stop bothering you?" I taunted, a smirk appearing on my face. "You—" "Are you forgetting that I am way richer, more influential, and more powerful than you are? Just because you managed to get forty percent of my business partners and so-called associates doesn't mean you've won in life. I still have a lot of influential people behind me. I've refrained from calling for their help bec

My cheek burned like fire. The crowd went silent. I locked my eyes on Clara, refusing to flinch. My silence rattled Clara, but she lifted her chin again. "What are you looking at? Dressed like a pauper and still trying to play the heiress? If this jet is really yours, I'll bow and scrape." I broke free of their grip and yanked the ribbon off the tail. "Clara, do you even realize those letters, SV, are my initials?" "Shut up, you shameless bitch! Still running your mouth?"

Nearby, Nathan mumbled softly, “It looks like she isn’t petty. Why did Sharon call North a calculative miser?” The others had also changed their opinion of North after she won the bid for the watch. “North doesn’t seem pressed about the ten million dollars. I feel like she has even more money than Sharon.” “Could Ms. Sharon have said all that just now because of jealousy…?” Veronica nearly blew her top. “Sharon, don’t listen to them. How could North have more money than you? I bet that ten million dollars is her life savings. Some people simply bite off more than they can chew and never consider their economic abilities!”

Carolyn looked at her with tearing eyes, she needed the pain and the nightmares to stop, so she said, "What do I need to do.” _____ “The lawyer has asked to see Miss Carolyn”. Diana's assistant called to inform her. “Didn't you do what I asked you to do?” She asked with an icy tone. “I told him Carolyn is currently hospitalized and won't be available to see him for a while.” Her assistant said and Daina chuckled. She found out that her late brother, Mr Leo Kingston, had willed all his assets to Carolyn, without leaving anything for her, his only surviving family member, and that she will never accept.

Lauren, the front office secretary, stood at my elbow, her hand hovering near my arm but not quite touching me "Your presence is needed in Principal Stephen's office." The coffee from this morning came all the way up to the back of my throat. I looked at the sheet one more time. At the stain. Then I looked at Heath's back. He was already talking to Mr. Richard. He looked like a boy explaining a simple misunderstanding. He looked like a boy who hadn't just destroyed a girl's life. My eyes were burning. I hated that I wanted to cry, pressing my nails into the palm of my hand, enough to surppress the pain, I started walking.

"I'm just the outsider, right? Always have been. So I'll make it easier for everyone. I'll move out. I'm leaving." His eyes widened. "You what?" "You heard me." My voice didn't rise; it just trembled. "I give up. I surrender. I'm out of this... whatever this is. I won't come back. Ever. Is that what you wanted?" Finn let out a careless laugh, like he didn't believe a word I said. "Come on," he said, "Don't be ridiculous. Anyone on the street could tell you that Jillian, the mafia boss's wife, is hopelessly in love with me. You've heard of a princess leaving her prince in a fairy tale? No? Exactly."

"Look proud." "I'm trying." "Try harder." His grin returned. I could tell he was enjoying this far too much. The conversation drifted toward safer topics. We talked about movies, his travels and embarrassing work stories. To my surprise, Roman had plenty of them. Apparently, being wealthy didn't protect people from making fools of themselves. At one point, he described accidentally walking into the wrong boardroom during an important meeting. I laughed so hard my eyes watered as he spoke. The image was too ridiculous and Roman looked offended, which only made it funnier.

Mom and Elena rising together and applauding. Richard stood last. Slow. The coat unbuttoning. His clap heavy and deliberate. Something closer to acknowledgment. Seven people. Standing. In a basement bookstore in Portland. For a book about a bar and a boy and a sabotage and a hospital and a kitchen floor and a family that broke and rebuilt and held. The crowd drifted toward the signing table. I stepped off the podium. A woman stopped me – tired eyes, worn jacket, a fresh copy clutched in white-knuckled hands.