¿cómo Soy Tan Rico? Novels & Stories

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.

Each one seemed worse than the last. I could feel his eyes on me as I ate, studying my face like he was trying to read my thoughts. When I finally finished the last spoonful and set the bowl aside, I decided to try a different approach. "Can I ask you something else?" I said, settling back against the soft cushions of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow. "You can ask. I can't promise I'll answer." "How rich are you exactly?" The question tumbled out before I could stop it, and I felt heat creep up my neck. "I mean, this place, the apartment, the cars, the way people treat you... How deep does this really go?"

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?”

"I have never been rich, so I never attended a fancy school, so I do not have an idea of what you are trying to say." "Do you have something to say?" "Of course, you are absolutely beautiful."

Bloody hell, she knew nothing about me or my life. Screw my manners, the old lady was crossing the line. “Shut up. Don’t you dare say another word about me. You know nothing about me. Besides I believe you are mistaking yourself from me. We all know very much who’s greedy for money. As for me, I don’t need anyone else’s money I am myself a millionaire and my family is one of the 5 richest families of the country.”

I said, more like a question as I kept my eyes firmly on his face. "Ricardo……” he paused and transferred his gaze to mine. “Yeah" he didn't think twice before giving me an answer. My eyes widened like it was about to pop out of its socket. "Ricardo?" I repeated. He looked at me and nodded. "No I don't believe you.. your pulling my legs right now! How can you be Ricardo? Do you know who Ricardo is? He's the hidden billionaire everyone are looking for! How can you be him!!. I heard he’s ruthless and way too powerful. How then can you be him?” I asked as I was starting to freak out.

I replied, curtly. I couldn't even tell why I was hurt by her words. I never truly cared whatever someone thought of me. It took another minute before she said something else. “You're a millionaire, aren't you?” She asked, I poured my coffee into my cup. “Not exactly, why do you ask?” “But you do have like extremely rich parents, don't you?” She probed further, I turned to her. “Is there a reason you're so interested in my family's financial status?”

” She shied away. “For what?!” I yelled. “Neither the place or time for what?! Who do you think I'm doing all these for, Emily?! Whether I sound cocky or not, I'm rich! I'm fucking rich. I don't need new companies or assets. If I retired today, I could still retire my fifth generation.” “Well you sound cocky.” She said, looking me in my eye. “Cocky is how I got here, and so be it if cocky is how I remain here.” I replied to her.

He says the last part to himself but I heard it. “I’m sorry I’m not a greedy, selfish and despicable person like you. Sorry I am not a gold digger like you and actually work for my money. I mean, what exactly do you want again, Dad? We aren’t poor. We are considered one of the richest people so why do you feel the need to do this?“ I yelled out angrily.

"Are you sure about what you said, Mister Zaleski?" "Of course, it's not that you don't know that I'm very rich. I can sign this kind of contract with my eyes closed."