¿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.”

Esther exclaimed in a prolonged tone. Anika smiled in relief when she saw Esther seemed to like it. "Omg, you have these? I think they aren't even out yet!" Esther was blinded by all the luxury goods, some even limited editions and others customized. This is the rich Rich! Anika didn't understand what she said, but she thought it might be a praise. All of the things here are really pretty, even she thought so. "Do you like it?" Anika can't help but ask with a glimmer in her eyes. She was happy she had shown something interesting to her friend.

he answered and then I almost choke when I heared it. "y-you have a maid?" I asked. He gave me his handkerchief which I used to wipe away the coffee on my lips. "y-yes?" he hesitantly answered. "then you're super rich" I told him. At this point, I felt that we're super far from each other. I felt that we're not on the same level which is very true. He is super rich to the point that he has a maid wherein here I am who is very poor to the point that I need to work hard to pay my own expenses.

“We’re together again...” “Yes, my darling, we are. The bad times are gone and we’re here, still standing, talking, and enjoying the beauty of life... I remember that once, in an interview, a journalist asked me in a very direct way, if I considered myself a very rich man. I said yes and explained that my wealth is increasing with every single day that was passing. But I’m not convinced that he understood the meaning of my answer. Here, this is my... our huge wealth,” Christopher said and hugged Marie tight, “our children and their families.”

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?"