¿cómo Soy Tan Rico? Novels & Stories

I eyed him the whole place and looked back at him but his forehead just creased. "Do you call this a house?" I asked. "Yes?" "Do you call this your house?" I asked again. "Apparently, yes." "You never told me you were rich!" I accused him. "I am not rich. I happen to belong to a wealthy family." "That means the same, though." "Really? Now, who has a father who owns an MNC?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I blushed. Of course he knew my father. "See? That's there. We both did absolutely nothing to earn this fortune. Difference is, I just enjoy my money, while you left it alone."

"You should be added to the list of the richest men in the world with all this extravagance." Richard chuckled, a self-assured smile playing at the corners of his lips as he basked in my praise. "I like to think I'm doing alright," he replied, his tone casual yet tinged with a hint of pride. "But you know what they say, money can't buy happiness." I nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words even as I marveled at the sheer magnitude of his wealth. But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Richard leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"What if it's a reward that I seek?" "Well just so you know, I'm broke so I have no cash" "I didn't peg you as a poor person" "I know , because of this face of mine, people tend to think that I'm rich. It so tiring at times to have this face of a billionaire" "Maybe I should make you my wife and reduce the heavy burdens that your face brings to you. You know, I'm quite attractive, according to the ladies and you being my wife would chase all unwantedales away"..

“Twenty million dollars? You’d have heard me howling from the rooftop in excitement. There was nothing even close to that. Geez, I was excited we weren't bankrupt.” “Well, you’ll have to dig deeper and if that doesn’t work, we thankfully know some really amazing tech people who can probably find it for you.” She gently punches me in the shoulder. “Damn, two packs, a mate who adores you, AND you’re independently wealthy? How do I sign up for that gig?” she asks, making me laugh. “Apparently, it comes when you least expect it, or don’t expect it at all. And we still don’t know if I’m wealthy. We just know Stellan and Christer thought I was.”

he said with a shrug. Curious, I asked him, “How about you? Why are you here? Why are you using cheap women to satisfy your sexual urges? Don’t you have a girlfriend?" “I don’t have a girlfriend right now. I’m single, handsome and rich… so yeah… I’m free to do anything with my life,” he responded, smiling smugly. I smiled, amused by his arrogance. He was right about his claim. He is rich and handsome. A complete package. He is every woman’s fantasy, a delicious eye candy.

“I never asked for you to do that. You’re rich, I don’t think you should be doing this.” “Oh please,” he scuffs, “Just cause I’m a bit rich, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to do such mundane things.” Ahh! I laughed a little. “A bit?” “Hmm-hm.” I stood erect, hands holding my waist. “You’re a billionaire. I don’t think that’s what you call a bit.” “So what if I am?” “Gosh,” I say in frustration. “I can’t deal with you. Could you please leave already? Please?”

Priscilla shouted hysterically. "Which part of you looks rich? You are uneducated, out of shape, and look like a common thug! How dare you act like you are rich?" "Do people write how much money they have on their face? What a joke! It's not like I need to look good to be rich," the man said in contempt.

he says. I have to force myself to stay polite and not pump my fist up in celebration. "Okay, be honest... are you rich?" I ask, unable to stop myself, "I can't keep ignoring your rich voice or your rich-people comments." "Rich voice?" He repeats, finally gifting me with his smile, but then he drops it again and he looks uncomfortable.

All my dreams are coming true. I'm one of the richest women in the world. A title that I've always wanted to hold. Growing up, I saw the flashy and fabulous lives that rich people lived. The flashy cars and the flashy clothes and the flashy houses and the flashy friends. I knew that life was meant for me. And now I'm living it. All thanks to Luca Giovanni.

He asked, one eyebrow shot in the air. “Of course. I know it shouldn't but I can't help but wonder, how rich you are?” I asked, tired of being cradled like a baby so I repositioned myself on his lap, straddling him with my hands on his shoulder and his on my waist. “Very wealthy. Over the past 2 centuries, my wealth accumulated overtime and I barely use it. It's just there.” He shrugged and all I could do was stare at him with admiration.