Novel & Cerita Turns Out I M Rich

“I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich” Brittany sang as she danced her way to the hotel exit “I woke up one day and I was rich, all I had to do was wear a wedding ring and a wedding dress and boom, I became rich, rich, rich, rich. The people who looked down on me now look up to me why because I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich!” As she carried her make up kit out of the hotel she smiled a smile of satisfaction and walked to the bus stop. She immediately took off her wedding band and threw it away and stopped a cab making straight to her rooftop apartment.

I pulled her and said, "Mom, I have money. You can have a try." "No, no." Jessica waved her hand. I didn't dare to push her. I frowned slightly and said in a very kind tone, "Mom, don't worry. I'm rich now. I make millions in a year." She looked up at me and said in a astonishing tone. "That much?" "That's right, so you can have a try if you want, don't worry."

“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.”

“Turns out, he’s rich.” I blinked. “Rich how?” “Like… money-money. Fancy last name. I was scrolling through I*******m and saw him tagged in a photo at a gala. I googled him and boom…found articles about his family.” I sat up a little straighter. “What kind of articles?” “Something about an inheritance. A company. I didn’t read all of it, but trust me…he’s not just some smooth-talking guy at a bar. He’s loaded.”

“I have here my resume and a list of all of my assets. Please take a look and see whether you’re satisfied with it.” Were blind dates so efficient these days? The two sheets of paper were covered in words. By the looks of it, he was rich, but I felt dizzy from all the reading. I chuckled and pushed the papers back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring my resume.” “It’s okay.” Ivan pushed the papers right back at me. “I like you. As long as you find me satisfying, I’ll be okay.” I was unable to speak. Then, feeling troubled, I said, “I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Adams, my mother forced me to be here today. I’m sorry, but I already have someone I like.”

I had a lot of emotions just looking at the money but the biggest thing I could think about was that I was rich. "I'm rich! I'm fucking rich!" Time to finally change my entire lifestyle. Agatha, here I come. My revenge on you is finally going to begin.

With that, I turned around and left the room the same way I’d entered…. Only this time, I was trillions of dollars richer……(soft giggle)

I asked in innocence. "49." "And what did you get?." "48." "You were almost there." "Show yourself o." "That's your own,give me my money."I said in happiness. "You are happy for 1k,a whole rich girl like you."He replied as he shook his hands into his pocket. "Says the person who's father is a multi-millionaire."I scoffed. "Stop acting like your family ain't rich." "We are but you are richer." "Lies."

"That flashy car just drove into the mini- mart. I mean , I'm thinking about going over there. " Mike eyed him and recoiled . "I'm not interested, " he replied , lying back on the pieces of trash that they had put together. "Mike. Mike. Mike! " Jimmy called repeatedly, tapping him . "What is it , Jimmy? I don't think I have the strength for any of this. " "They're coming. My gosh, man. They're pretty. They're coming here. " "They can give you all they have to give, " Mike replied, dragging a piece of cloth to cover up his face.

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting