Turns Out I M Rich Novels & Stories

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

I continued laughing even when he looked at me like I was taking a pee in the water fountain right outside the Vatican. “Do you even know how rich I am?” he asked after I had laughed at my fill. “Don’t you mean how rich your parents are?” I fired back. “My parents have money. Old money. That’s the myth. I’m a friggin’ billionaire Babe. That’s the part you don’t see on the tabloids.” He paused. There was more. “I mostly portray myself to be a careless playboy still squandering his parent’s money. It’s safer that way.”

“Is there anything I can help with? Is it… money? I could—” He burst into laughter, sudden and rich, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulled me against him. “You’re so cute I could eat you up, love.” I frowned. “Are you laughing at me? What’s so funny?” “I’m not in need of money,” he said smoothly. “I don’t think I ever will be. I’m not rich, love. I’m fucking wealthy.” Cocky bastard. I turned my face away, heat flooding my cheeks. He chuckled, hooked a finger under my chin, and turned my face back to his.

Yes. He leaned forward, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his right hand. Looking at me with confusion, he shook his head, “I genuinely don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to go to dinner with me?” He stuck one finger out, “I’m rich,” then held another finger up, “and sexy.” He didn’t say it like he was meaning to boast about himself. He spoke it as if it was a fact. Which it was, as much as I hate to admit it.

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

I hadn’t told anyone about my condition, though I asked my best friend, Katy, something similar. “How to act rich? Well, I don’t really know about it, but I think the more money you have, the more pain in the ass you’d become,” she said when I Facetime-d her, just before I moved out from New Jersey. I just told her I had to move out because of my new job in a beauty company. It wasn’t like I was lying. I just withheld some information. She wasn’t wrong with that one. I just happened to meet someone with that description: rich, yet also an asshole.

Miriam’s POV I stared at my phone like it was a trophy. Then I screamed. “Sandra!” She rushed out of the room, almost tripping over herself. “What? What happened?!” I turned the phone to her, my grin wide and wild. “Girl… I am rich!” Her eyes widened. “No way.” “Oh yes way,” I said, flipping my hair back dramatically. “He paid.” She grabbed the phone from my hand, scrolling through the transaction alert.

I didn't even enjoy the food and he just wasted that huge lot of money. I bet the bag had almost thousands of cents. Did he know how many medicinal plants I will get with it? “Because I'm rich, ” he answered and I looked at him in spite. “Oh, who doesn't know that you are rich, you are the Vampire King, so would you be poor?” I muttered under my breath as I rolled my eyes. “No, ” “Ehn?” I asked, not believing that he heard what I just said. I was barely audible and he could still hear me!

But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Logan 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, Logan," I quipped, a playful smirk dancing on my lips, "if only I had met you before Camille, the cute French girl I tattooed once. Who knows what could have happened?"