Suddenly, I Am Rich Novels & Stories

“ A chocolate. “ Tim answers breaking it in two. He gives one part of it to me and eats the other. “ I’ve rarely had those. “ He comments. “ Can I see yours? “ He asks, I give the piece to him. He first smells it and then eats it. Right in front of my very own two eyes. “ Why’d you do that?? “ I scream. “ What? Stop whining Emma. You’re not a child. “ He says absentmindedly. “ Are you really rich? The first time, you stole Tim’s cupcake and this time it’s my chocolate!” I joke. “ No, I’m actually poor, just pretending to be rich. The company, the mansion, my cars, and my wealth all appeared one day and I suddenly became rich. “ He jokes half-heartedly. “ Maybe if I was poor, I wouldn’t have

Rose slammed her hands on the steering wheel angrily on the way back home. “Why did that woman’s son suddenly become so rich? Where did he get his million dollars from? Did he win the lottery?” Rose kept on muttering the same thing on their entire journey home. Just like most people, Rose also did not want her own opponent to become stronger and better than herself. “That’s right! A million dollars ain’t small change, even to us! Sister-in-law, did you see how Gerald didn’t even blink or hesitate at all when he swiped his card?” Second aunt also said.

I can see some murmuring to each other, and others their jaws are rolling on the sandy ground, their mouths will probably never be able to close again. I can understand their shock and dismay, I myself feel like this is a dream, you know. I lost my shop and everything that kept me sane just two days ago. I was left with nothing. I almost lost my life too. But now, I am a totally different person. Apart from having this rich tycoon as my husband, I have a whole fifty million lying in my bank. I have been checking through my phone almost every one hour since Jerol transferred the cash to my account, just to make sure it's still there. The anxiety it's giving me though, lol! I still can't belie

“See? I’m rich! I have 80 thousand dollars. I won 80 thousand dollars from the lottery. “You poor *sses can stay jealous of me. Hah! It’s useless even if you’re envious. You can only watch. You aren’t as lucky as I am. 80 thousand dollars! This is 80 thousand dollars! “You poor men will have to work for over a hundred months nonstop for this. I’m so rich now, I can enjoy my life, and I can start a business. I’ll be living my life happily, and you tried threatening me with being fired?

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

He shrugged. "What was your big story and what ruined you?" I asked. He knitted his eyebrows at me precisely. "What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by ruin me?" "Well, you see," I shifted in my seat and crossed one leg over the other, "life works weird for rich people. One minute, you guys are all happy and crap. Then next, one big incident changes everything and carves you into the man that you are today." I explained what I meant by my point.

"Need new equipment. Same specs as last time. Deliver to my new address." Three seconds later, the response came. "Done. Three days." I sent another message to my contact in Singapore. "Secure video platform. Need it up by tomorrow. Priority." "Already on it." That was the thing about being rich. Not comfortable rich or sort of rich or my father left me a little something rich. But rich rich. The kind of rich where you do not look at price tags because the numbers stopped meaning anything a long time ago. My books had sold forty million copies. The Miracle Doctor consultations started at fifty thousand dollars and went up from there. I had offshore accounts and investment portfolios and a fi

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

Within a few hours, I was officially announced as the missing heiress of the AD Tech empire and Augustus' legacy. That same day, I was made chairwoman of a whole business empire and received congratulations from the board, who were more than happy to accept me, as weird as that sounds. It was just like a dream, but by evening every major TV broadcast in the country had the news. Even major publications had my name plastered on their front pages. From Humiliated Ex-wife To Wealthiest Heiress Overnight. By the time I made my way out of the building, a mob of reporters was already rushing towards me.

he asked giving her his full attention. Sensing his good mood she couldn't risk the idea to ruin it by the news. So she preferred to have a conversation with him. "I just wanted to ask you something" she replied meekly. "I'm all ears" he replied while looking at the ceiling. "How did you become so rich?" A quite unexpected question slippers from her tongue but she always had it in mind. How people get so much rich? It had always been a mystery to her. "You have to become inhumane in order to become rich. If you want to become rich, never show mercy to anyone, never let your heart soften for any human, let yourself become stone hearted" he replied in monotone like it was an easy answer.