¿cómo Soy Tan Rico? Novels & Stories

“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.”

My grip on him getting the slightest bit tighter, too small for him to notice. “Being rich means that you often think that you can get anything that you want. Some of their heads are too big for this world.” He says bitterly. It made me wonder, how he could say these things when he himself was probably the richest one out of them all.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let this secret out!” Javier believed her. She had never been the type to spill secrets. Joey had other questions to ask, though—the kind Javier was equally unable to give answers to. “How did you manage to earn that much money, Javier? Since when are you so rich?” she asked. Javier’s answer was simple but super bad*ss—so bad*ss, cool, and grand that Joey felt her soul rocked by the impact. “I’ll tell you when you’ve spent every last dime of that 15 million.”

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

He bursts into laughter, his eyes looking into mine as if he’s never seen someone as imprudent as me. “Let me keep the facts straight for you, it’s YOU who need money, I don’t, I have plenty of it. So, you can’t buy me with it, okay?” Yes, obviously, or else why would I be here, what was I even thinking? “You’re rich because you’re greedy, I thought you might need more.” I try saving my pride, but it doesn’t come out as good as expected. “Your body is the only thing I’m greedy for… try trading it instead!!”

He shrugged again. I widened my eyes in realization, "no way, you are a singer?" "Well, a rapper, ten million followers on social media but you know, no big deal." He chuckled. "What the fuck? Oh my gosh, what about Five and Jay, those guys some celebrities too?" I had just met two famous people and I hadn't even realized it. "Nah, Five's Anthony's brother, you won't hear much from him, barely speaks. Jay on the other hand, he's a model but he keeps it low key. That bastard is top ten most paid models in the world right now." He told me.

he said, as if he were discussing the weather. “Five hundred what?” I choked, nearly seeing my soul leave my body. Money, So Much Money. Am I a rich mistress of a prince now?

I decided to shift focus. "Tell me about you, Kyle." Kyle grins broadly, straightens his collar and throws me that 'confident Johnny bravo' look. "I'm a rich man living in a poor world." I laugh because I think that's meant to be funny then he repeats himself. "No, seriously I'm rich." "I'm not poor myself," I brag. "Are you in a relationship?"

he asked giving her his full attention. Sensing his good mood she couldn't risk the idea to ruin it by the news. So she preferred to have a conversation with him. "I just wanted to ask you something" she replied meekly. "I'm all ears" he replied while looking at the ceiling. "How did you become so rich?" A quite unexpected question slippers from her tongue but she always had it in mind. How people get so much rich? It had always been a mystery to her. "You have to become inhumane in order to become rich. If you want to become rich, never show mercy to anyone, never let your heart soften for any human, let yourself become stone hearted" he replied in monotone like it was an easy answer.

I love these two? Do you too? -- Chapter 32. Fine. Okay. Marry me right now. “Mom I told you I am dating someone.” “Is he rich?” I bit in upper lip in annoyance. “Yes Mom, he is rich.” “How rich?” The kind that could buy an entire hotel and still not use it. I huffed. “Rich enough.” “Do I know him?” I stared at the ceiling in exasperation. “How would you know him Ma?”