Suddenly, I Am Rich Novels & Stories

“You’re poor.” The words slip out before I can stop them. My eyes widen, and I slap a hand over my mouth. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean—” His lips twitch, amusement flickering in his striking blue eyes. “Go on.” I blink, surprised he isn’t offended. His calm demeanour gives me the courage to continue. “Look, I have a deal that could change your life. It’ll make you rich—very rich.” His brow lifts, skepticism written all over his annoyingly handsome face. “I’m listening.”

I'm rarely contacted on this number, so I'm mildly curious to know what it is. The text I received is from a strange number, and I furrow my brows as I read it. Then, a grin nearly splits my fucking face into two. Luck truly is on my side. I can't even believe it. I've never been a man to believe in fate or anything mystical. I believe in hard-earned efforts, despite the path my life took. I went from not having shit to being one of the richest men in the world. But this? This is too much. I'm starting to believe that there might be someone looking down at me from the heavens above.

I wanted to forget the night with Sophie, it was of utmost importance that I do. I let the car windows down and allowed the night breeze to caress my skin while I listened to rhythm and blues. I felt free, no worries, no skimming, no heartbreak. Just me embracing peace. When I arrived at the hotel I was immensely impressed by the ambiance. It spoke of great wealth and deliberate planning. Sometimes I forget how rich I've become and tonight was one of those nights. I was starstruck by the dignitaries at the hotel, and also some celebrities having dinner with their partners. It had taken an unexpected inheritance to bring me to this level and put me in the same stage with high-caliber men and

Turns out, my boring life didn’t magically disappear even after getting a little taste of the rich life. Morning gave way to night, nights blended into days, and days turned into weeks. It's been three weeks since my life changed overnight. I'm getting used to the new me, leaving behind the financial struggles of my past, all thanks to my sister's insane luck with love , she's dating a billionaire now, I suppose.

Three minutes later, my phone vibrates. Notification: Credit of 100,000,000.00 USD. I blink. My heart stops. Then it restarts furiously. It’s… it’s mine. This money… is mine. Damn. I want to scream. Dance. Run naked in the halls. Looking at someone else's money, and looking at your own money… There’s a chasm. A world. A power. I am a multi-millionaire. Me. Ariane. — What do we do now? I ask him, my throat dry.

He was overwhelmed with joy as he thought of the money he had just received in his account. He had not received such a huge sum of money in his account ever before. He was in shock as such a huge sum had just hit his account in just a single day without any work. He sat on the bed with a smile on his face. He could not imagine he had gained such money overnight. He was sure going to work with Madam Roselyn and gain more money. " At least that is going to help me become financially independent, and I can leave this God forsaken house and its people," Ryan thought to himself

No one liked a practical girl, especially rich people. I unconsciously sighed again, life really had a lot of things to worry about. Before, when I was short of money, I had to think hard and work hard to have money. Now that I had money, and a husband who loved me, there were many people who were jealous of me and wanted to find a way to rob me of my happiness. "Don't sigh like that. Otherwise our baby will be born with a grimace." Matthew stroked my hair. "You can't say that, our baby will be the cutest baby ever." I immediately objected.

“Twenty million dollars? You’d have heard me howling from the rooftop in excitement. There was nothing even close to that. Geez, I was excited we weren't bankrupt.” “Well, you’ll have to dig deeper and if that doesn’t work, we thankfully know some really amazing tech people who can probably find it for you.” She gently punches me in the shoulder. “Damn, two packs, a mate who adores you, AND you’re independently wealthy? How do I sign up for that gig?” she asks, making me laugh. “Apparently, it comes when you least expect it, or don’t expect it at all. And we still don’t know if I’m wealthy. We just know Stellan and Christer thought I was.”

I opened it and found something written on it. Hello dear humans. If you are reading this letter, I know you want to commit suicide, right? I absurdly say, “Yes.” If I’m correct, I’d just like to inform you that today is your lucky day! Because you now have the opportunity to win millions of dollars! My forehead furrowed. “I don’t need money. I won’t be able to take the money to my burial.” You may wonder what you will do with that enormous sum of money, but I have a question for you... Do you want to repent?

"Can you tell me how rich you are because $600k is a crazy amount to spend." "I'm a billionaire." "That makes sense. I'll pay you back though every cent though." "It's a gift. You can feel free to take the card whenever you want." "Has anyone ever told you that you know how to make girls feel extremely special?" "No, but I'm glad you do." ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺