Novel & Cerita ¿cómo Soy Tan Rico?

"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.

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.

” 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."

He raises an eyebrow. "What? Are you planning to run away with all my money?" Okay, what? "Jeez, of course not." "I would'nt put it past you, Cheyenne." I huff. "Are you going to answer the question?" He looks at me for a second, as if contemplating if he should answer or not. "I'm a billionaire, Cheyenne. Does that answer your question?" I stare at him, wide mouthed. A billionaire? Well, that changes things.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.