Suddenly, I Am Rich Novels & Stories

But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Richard leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm not just rich. I'm a billionaire." The words hung in the air between us, heavy with significance, as I struggled to comprehend the enormity of what he had just revealed. A billionaire. The thought was staggering, almost inconceivable, and yet here he was, standing before me as living proof that dreams could indeed come true. "You know, Richard," I quipped, a playful smirk dancing on my lips, "if only I had met you before Jessie, the cute French girl I tattooed once. Who knows what could have happened?"

"Damn, front row, I'm eating up the firsthand melon of a tycoon revealing his own secrets!" "Do you guys remember that lucky netizen who casually donated $200 and got the latest Garcia watch and jewelry, getting something for nothing? Everyone, go congratulate Mr. Garcia! Don't say I didn't remind you!" "Shit! Almost forgot about that, thanks kind soul, don't forget each other when rich!" "I want to be rich! Don't fight me for it!" "..." "..." "Bros, I've been there, don't go... it's impossible to get in..."

How did I even miss that message? “You really are a dumb, doc.” He commented watching me checking my account after a month it has been filled with pretty large sum. Money is not new to me. But, after three years of constant struggle for it, it has become a bright star which we can see but cannot touch. I gasped watching that star in my hands now. I am rich. “I can’t. “ I whispered still trying to gulp every zero I saw. “The money stays whether you want it or not. And I am not listening to another word against that.” He snapped.

The smile disappeared from my face. "He's the richest freshman," she said with interest. Words fly. News travels. Yeah, you heard right. He was the richest freshman. Amaye had told me all about it last night. He'd gotten wealthy through crypto trading. He bought the condo and had a fleet of cars. He was a playboy, and I'd just played right into his net.

He bursts into laughter, his eyes looking into mine as if he’s never seen someone as imprudent as me. “Let me keep the facts straight for you, it’s YOU who need money, I don’t, I have plenty of it. So, you can’t buy me with it, okay?” Yes, obviously, or else why would I be here, what was I even thinking? “You’re rich because you’re greedy, I thought you might need more.” I try saving my pride, but it doesn’t come out as good as expected. “Your body is the only thing I’m greedy for… try trading it instead!!”

Jessica immediately walked towards Mr. Joyce. Likewise with William. He immediately asked the reason he was crying. “Dad, what made you cry?” He asked, noticing the look in his father's eyes that continued to stare at the photo he was holding. “I only remember Mr. Wilson's kindness. He once gave me three million dollars to build a company. It turns out that now I have met his biological child. I am happy! Thank you, Jessica, I will consider you as my biological child, now you come to live with me and just empty your house!” said Mr. Joyce, wiping his tears.

“Okay, start from the top. What’s going on?” "Grandfather left a will, we're suddenly rich, Mother seems happier, I think I slept with some guys, I enrolled in business school, I think..." "Alex!!! Wait. Slow down. I heard the word "Rich"." I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “So, you about the will reading?” “Yeah. The whole ‘you’re suddenly rich’ thing? Hard to forget.” “Well, it’s real. It’s so real, Gilda. I can’t even process it. One day I’m barely getting by, and the next, I’m sitting at this insane dining table with people I barely know, being told I have millions of dollars.”

Then to Tita Maribel who frowned as if she couldn't believe she was holding a dollar in her hands as she left for the door. My cursed little rectangle of absolute power. Where a few days ago, before my death, an ordinary 10$, now became 100,000$. This wasn’t luck. This wasn’t coincidence. This was divine accounting. Cosmic compensation. And somehow, I was the only one who realized the world had flipped upside down and no one got the memo. Everyone around me was living like the economy hadn’t done a full triple somersault. But I knew. I remembered. And now? I wasn’t just alive. I was fucking rich enough to burn the past—and rebuild it in my name.

What was once a small startup was now the number one. I am now the wealthiest person in the world. Now, I was in high demand. Everyone wanted to meet me, and my schedule was flooded with meeting requests. With all that I had accomplished, how could I have any creditors? "Didn't you all win a million-dollar lottery? How do you have no money to pay them back?" As soon as I mentioned it, Abby snapped, "No wonder you came back. Looks like you came for the money after all." "Rebecca!" she shrieked. "You're nothing but a useless, money-draining burden. Don't even think about touching that money."

He smirked again, I swallowed hard, and my mouth and lips suddenly became dried. “And I'm grateful for that,” I said, but I am concerned about when the money gets into my account. I took the pen lying still on the table to sign and I did. It was too fast. I didn't want to think about it. After tomorrow morning, I will be 500,000 dollars rich! Damn! I can already taste it. “Come” Oh my God! It has begun! Aiden’s POV