Novel & Cerita Wealthy Writers

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It was a reminder that a story's most powerful when it is not changed or polished. Julian was looking at the words on Elena's screen. He was smiling. "The big companies just sent out a press release, " he said. "They are starting a program for independent writers. They are going to give them money. They think this will stop writers from leaving their platforms. They think it is about money." Elena laughed softly. She started typing. "They think writers just want money from their system. They do not understand that we have already built our system." She looked out at the valley. The sun was melting the frost on the cedar trees. She was happy to be an author who was in control of her writing.

"Do you leave alone?'' I asked with a terrified vioce. Yes I do, I'm not married yet so'' he said and sat down and began to eat what evry he laid his hands on and told me to be comfortable, me knowing from where I'm coming from I've never been to a house like this so big and he doesn't look like someone who has such richest. when we were done eating we went back upstirs and I noticed a liberay and I went ahead to enter and I noyice most of the book had his name on it meaning he was a big time writer. " I know you have a lot of questions to ask me, yeah I'm rich I'm not an engineer I'm just a writer and I don't know why I lied but sometimes I feel writing is liam and also my family is wealthy

Mia flopped next to me and Ethan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. “So Rafael Moretti,” Mia started, poking my side. I groaned. I thought I had escaped this for now. “I googled him,” Ethan added. “Dude’s net worth has like ten zeros.” “Why does everyone talk about money anytime his name comes up?” “Fine. We won’t talk about money. You show up on articles, holding the hand of a billionaire and you think we’ll let it slide?” “I was going to tell you guys in person. Like normal people.”

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

Maisie chuckled. Biting her fork, Ryleigh said sulkily, “Even if you don’t earn money to raise your children, the money that Mr. Goldmann earns is more than enough for you guys to spend. He’s now the second richest person in the world. His total worth is more than ten million, not to mention that Blackgold earns a few millions each year. He’s just like a walking ATM.” The wealthiest person in the world was Yorrick, the descendant of the Hathaways in Yaramoor, and now Nolan was just a rank below him.

Harper asked, and I tilted my head to look at her. "What…?" "You muttered something. Are you overthinking it already?" She pulled the thought off my mind. "It's just help, Eva. And I looked him up again, after he came, and damn!" Harper knelt on the bed and reached for my hand, grabbing it. "He's fucking wealthy! So fucking wealthy that I just wish he'd decide to marry you, and I can be the cool aunt to a billionaire baby."

The music pulled me back to the present, reminding me of the elegant parties my mother used to host. I am Wyatt Lane, heir to a vast fortune—a status many envy, but to me, it feels like a heavy chain. This wealth, instead of a blessing, is a constant reminder of what I've lost. It represents not just riches, but the weight of expectations I never asked for.

Faced with these genuinely wealthy people, they dared not make a sound. Lucy forced a smile and said, "We're just wandering around. There's this loser who only earns a few thousand a month, yet he claims to own the entire Golden Coast residential area. So, we came here to expose him!" Christina sneered at her words. "What a joke! Do you know how much influence and money our family used to get a place here? We were on the waitlist for a month just to buy the cheapest unit! "He only earns a few thousand a month and dares to claim he owns this neighborhood? No wonder there are so many wealthy people online pretending to be rich!

I told him. "I'll take a rain check," He said. "See you around, bro." The call ended. "What a weird call," I thought. "Reece has never been tight-lipped about anything. There are only two men wealthy enough to throw away money like that in this country; Ronald Vasanten and Lucius Daventry." I contemplated deeply as I traced my bottom lip with my forefinger. Despite my father Ronald's love for real estate, he wasn't known for his generosity when purchasing a building. As for Lucius Daventry, he couldn't care less about the real estate business.