Romans & histoires ¿cómo Soy Tan Rico?

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.

he said with a serious expression. "Hahaha...how can Whitney be ever richer than you and I, huh? Anyway, you can say that for yourself. By divine intervention, she might be richer than you but certainly not me. How is it ever possible that she could be richer than me? You must be very delusional," I said with anger.

“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.”

My eyes was opened for a while until I laid flat, trying to decipher what just happened today. She was filthy rich, fucking rich! And, I dare not think she accumulated so much by herself. She couldn't dare, she left without nothing and if not for my money and her fake name, she wouldn't have lived up till now. But, looking at her, I knew she worth more than she ever did, she was rich. To be invited to that party means she must be known amongst the rich. Was it her husband that was rich? Or she came with a male friend? Even though, no man will adore her that way if she wasn't in an intimate relationship with him. She exudes richness and sophistication. How did all that happen?

Whenever he is drunk, he is vulnerable and honest, e. "Hmm," "Why do you have so much money?" He chuckled, "Why, you want some?" "I'm serious here." His eyes are still closed and he doesn't look like he could still think straight at his state. I know that I am taking advantage of him right now to know the truth, but I was just really curious. I hope he won't regret answering me tomorrow. "I'm rich," My eyes widened as he spoke. "I have a lot of money ..." I swallowed and secretly approached him because his voice was page by page.

Instead, I turn back to Rico and resume lying on his chest. "How much do you need to get lost? Name your fucking price, bitch. I know girls like you are always after money and good looks. Is a million dollars sufficient for you?" I lowly chuckle at his absurd words. Does this idiot think he can afford me? I have billions in my account, and I haven't even touched Dad's money yet, what is a mere million?

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

Still, I don’t want him to think I’m cheap, so I glare at him and say. “Money, Mr. Klein, I would assume you know that’s what we exchange for goods and services since you have a ridiculous amount.” “I am obscenely rich.” He says with a devilish smirk. “Obviously and it is truly a travesty that you get to live in such luxury while the rest of us live like paupers.” He licks his lips, making butterflies go crazy in my stomach. “You certainly don’t look like you’re lacking.” He says. “Oh, but I am. Which is why I must sue you.” He eyes me, amused.

I protested, though I could feel the heat rising to my face again. “Oh, I bet it’s exactly what I think,” Sophia teased. “Does he have a secret lair? Or a dungeon? Come on, give me the details.” I rolled my eyes. “His house is—” I paused, searching for the right words. “Massive. Like, unimaginably huge.” Sophia snorted. “Sure, Alessia. Massive, huh? Like, he has a big living room or something?” “No, I mean it,” I insisted. “He’s… he’s really rich, Sophia. Like, crazy rich. I’m talking designer everything, multiple cars, a private chef—”

I said, looking down at the table and rocking from side to side to the music that was being played. "When you are rich, I guess not many things apply to you, which I find annoying. I mean, tax the rich. Hold them accountable." "Says the very few that don't know what it is like to be rich." "What are you trying to say?" Jake asked instead of ordering, giving me an intense look. 'Oh, Jake. That won't work on me.'