Stop Acting Rich Book Novels & Stories

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.

"Becca... Becca? Why are you acting loss? Hope you heard everything I said? You are looking as if you have seen a ghost. If you have anything to say then say it and stop behaving like you are crazy. Becca! Answer me because I don't have all the time to waste here... Is Richard mad, is something wrong with him? I hope all this is one hell of a joke. He can't possibly mean what he just said. "Rich, I don't understand any of those things you just said. Please stop it if is a joke, is too expensive for a joke. You stab me hard like a knife with every word from your mouth. What do you mean "you are calling it quit? Who exactly are you done with because is definitely not me. Why do my age becomes

Finally, Lucy's turn arrived. [Stop screaming into the void. Just pretend I died and move on with your life. After all, the only one you ever needed was Bella, right? I was just an accessory. May you all live like royalty during the Revolution, with lives as long as the space newspapers reserve for obituaries.] I blocked the last number. Silence reclaimed the world. [Delivering emotional damage to family. 3-Star madness. Reward: 7,000,000 dollars.] I collapsed onto my Yeetalia genuine leather couch and sighed in contentment. Making money really was not that hard.

Layla POV "We both know you wouldn't make it. You owe a lot of money to many people, and if you don't sell it to me, you will have to go public. You will lose so much money that you will never recover, so take the win, accept the money, and let me buy you out so I can save the jobs of the people who are trying to save your ass every day," Richard says. I can't help but feel impressed, and the man really knows what he is doing. He knows what to say to get the job done. I want to be like him when I grow up.

Richard nodded. *

“But I think it’s time you knew.” Summer’s heart sank, her fingers curling against his chest as a quiet storm brewed behind her eyes. “Then tell me. No more secrets, Thunder. Not after everything.” He looked away for a moment, jaw tense, breathing uneven. The sky above them pulsed with a distant rumble of thunder, as if mirroring the name of the man who now stood before her—equal parts savior and stranger. “There was a fire. Two years ago. In Toronto. I was finalizing a corporate deal with a pharmaceutical investor. We were at a gala—everything was supposed to be secure. But something went wrong. Someone triggered an explosion, meant to destroy evidence about illegal drug trials they were fu

I said, my voice ice-cold. ​"Careful?" Richard wiped at his eye, a cruel, mocking grin plastered across his face. He leaned forward, his eyes turning vicious. "Little girl, you have absolutely no idea what I am actually capable of. You think you're standing on solid ground right now because a few rich men happen to like your pretty face this month? Let me tell you something." He tapped his desk with a heavy finger. "I can crush that ground out from under you whenever I decide to. Today just isn't the day I decide to do it. Now get out of my office."

Poverty had indeed limited her imagination. … As soon as she returned, Nicklaus went straight into his room and started to make money. Ellena went back to her room to write a script. Nicklaus was such a young child, yet he could think of a way to earn so much money. She could not lose her profession. She had been writing a mystery script recently. When she finished writing it, Chloe would help her contact the director and the company to see if anyone would buy her script. And about working in the Smith Group, it was not a long-term solution.

Kryzelle Rivera is a hardworking and bubbly barista in a cozy café in Makati, well-known for her warm smile and her talent for crafting the perfect cappuccino. One day, a wealthy young entrepreneur named Zander Castillo walks into the café. He is known for his charm, striking good looks, and a slightly tsundere personality. Because of a small incident in the café—a spilled coffee and a misunderstanding—their awkward encounters begin, slowly turning into playful banter, heart-fluttering moments, and a sweet romance. As they get to know each other, they discover that both of them carry emotional scars and hidden secrets. Despite coming from completely different worlds—barista and r

The greatest love scammer falling for that guy? I laugh “I'd rather die right now than be a man's housewife. Besides, loyalty is a luxury that even rich people can't afford. They only have fleeting emotions, they don't stay loyal.” She chuckled “Who knows? Maybe he will change?” “This is not a fictional book, where they slowly developed their feelings in the middle of their marriage. Trust me, I'll just drain him until he has nothing left.” I answered and she just hummed as a response Our conversation was cut short when a soft knock echoed the room.