Turns Out I M Rich Novels & Stories

“I’m fireproof anyway.” She blinked up at him. He was tall—maybe six-foot-two—with deep brown eyes and a smile that held the sun. His shirt was soaked, yet he didn’t seem bothered. “I’ll pay for dry cleaning,” she insisted. “Not necessary,” he waved off. “I’ve had worse burns at work.” “Work?” she asked, curious despite herself. “Fireman,” he replied, then extended his hand. “Thunder Voldizépeña. And you are?”

“Then what do you call sleeping with women that I slept with? And you know what? You, pathetic has been trying so hard to get the people’s attention when all you ever wanted was to be me. Because I’m cool, I’m awesome, and I’m always me. And you? You are nothing but a pretender, a user, and broke. Do you think I don’t know you’re drowning in debt? Well, news flash, Sawyer. After all these troubles, I’m still fucking rich. I’m still a fucking billionaire with a family, real friends, and I’m living my life to the fullest!” For the first time, he looked surprised that I knew he had nothing left.

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 reasons, making me laugh. “He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mouth. “He can take a bath and clean his shit with gold infused water for the rest of his life and he will still have enough wealth to last him a century.” I exaggerate to make it extra dramatic. Not that I'm far from reality.

He repeats, finally gifting me with his smile, but then he drops it again and he looks uncomfortable. "Oh, I'm sorry if I sounded like a gold digger or something, I don't mind if you're not rich. I mean... I'm poor as fuck, I can't judge anyone," I say, trying to make him feel more comfortable, “I will love you forever either way.” Justin just closes his eyes and breathes for a while. "Uhm..." This time I keep my mouth shut. "I guess you could say I'm rich," he finally murmurs, sounding uncomfortable. I mentally fist bump again. My mom is going to be so proud of me for landing a rich man, that's all she ever wanted for me, "But... it's..."

It's embarrassing to be treated like this, but I don't want to deny that it makes me so happy. "I have a lot of wealth. That means I'm very rich. So... my treasure can't possibly run out." What kind of words had he just said? Is she bragging about being a wealthy person? "You're very confident in your words, Enrick. Is it true that your wealth will never run out? Sorry, I do not mean to belittle you. It's just that all this still doesn't make sense to me." Mr. Enrick raised one eyebrow as if he wanted to say if I really underestimated him. I might slap myself in the mouth after this.

"I am freaking rich!" I looked over at Ralph who winked at me. Yeah. He was rich and I wasn't sure if I was ready to share. To be continued...!

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?"

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.

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.