Novel & Cerita Turns Out I M Rich

“Shit.” Luca stood, pulling me to my feet. “Mina, did you not know you’re basically rich now?” I laughed. He couldn’t be serious. “I only had like a million in total, don’t they charge if I don’t touch it?” Frankie laughed, “You didn’t pay attention in finance class, did you?” I felt my face burn, no, I didn’t. I was too busy staring at Frankie. “Nope. Too busy drawing and daydreaming.” I laughed.

To this Richard said in an irritated manner, "Enough of your bullshit crap!!" They kept silent for a moment. Richard broke the silence by telling, "My life is not what it looks like...Being rich, happy, satisfied and contended is what people sees in me...However it's exactly the opposite...Am poor in love...sad on the inside. I don't actually know why am sharing you this but let me tell you that today was my birthday!!!"

I gulp hard, shake my head, stuttering. “No.. I don’t, its just uh. I wanted to know if I had enough money for where we are going. And I don’t..” I rush the words out, whispering that last part. Averting my eyes to the window. But he heard me. Because the next thing he states shocks the hell outta me! “Mami, you never have to worry about money again. Because I’m a millionaire. And you’re my wifey poo. So that makes you one too.” He winks and smirks at me.

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

Rayan’s jealousy was showing on his face but what shocked me was the genuine pride in Sarah’s eyes. The girl did have some problem. She definitely needed a psychiatrist. “I am honored, Mr. Deluca that you think so highly of me but …” I paused and rolled my lips between my teeth, “It’s better if I give the chance to someone else. Just to bring it to your record that…” I straightaway met his gaze, “I am already a millionaire.” There was utter shock on Justin’s face. He was not expecting me to say it out loud like this.

Or cried watching laundry detergent commercials. “Wait... so you really know everything?” “Yes. Every detail. What else do you have to hide?” My brain flashed back to the bathroom incident. Great. That, too. He’d seen me at my worst—and still threatened to kill me. But now? I was rich. Ten million dollars. I could buy a house. A car. A designer life. Maybe, just maybe, Paimon wasn’t all that bad. “Thanks,” I muttered. “For the money.”

He’s not like me. Financially, he’s way out of my league. People like him end up with people LIKE HIM. The rich kind. Right now, I’m just a struggling nobody. A beautiful broke person if you’d have it. I giggle, finally shaking the laziness off to walk to the window. I unlock the handle and push it out then return to check my food.

I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the kitchen. Yes, I have a lot of them. Actually I am a billionaire. Many of you can ask where I am working at the club and cafe instead of working or having a company. I did not get any college education nonetheless high school education therefore if people find out that I am rich, they will start to ask where my money comes from. Working in a club pays a lot. I only work as a bartender on Tuesdays and Thursdays then the rest of the days I work as a stripper. I also do lap dances. So most of the time, I go home with more than a hundred thousand dollars. So some people know I am rich but not that rich. I am sure they will be shocked when they find out