¿cómo Soy Tan Rico? Novels & Stories

I just want to leave this place. He chuckles, staring at me with interest, "It’s just a briefcase, and if I sue you, can you afford it?" He asks, making me frown. Rich people and broadcasting or boasting about their riches at any given chance that they get, it’s not like we don’t already know. Gosh! He’s just like the rest of them, how disgusting.

“That is like one of the most expensive cars in the world and only a few people can afford it, how did you—“ I was saying but I soon stopped. Why was I even asking? I was about to ask how he was able to afford it when I know how rich he is. “How am I able to afford it?” He asked and I nodded foolishly as I mentally slapped myself for asking such stupid question. “Because,” he started, resting on the car and looking at me with a raised eyebrow as he bit his lower lip. I only asked a question, why does he have to look sexual when answering? “I am the biggest shareholder in the company that makes it and many others.” He answered and I gasped.

Yes. He leaned forward, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his right hand. Looking at me with confusion, he shook his head, “I genuinely don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to go to dinner with me?” He stuck one finger out, “I’m rich,” then held another finger up, “and sexy.” He didn’t say it like he was meaning to boast about himself. He spoke it as if it was a fact. Which it was, as much as I hate to admit it.

he replied, with a mischievous grin. "I know you're rich, but how rich are you?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed. Eddie's grin grew wider. "Ah, Luna. You're so curious. Let's just say that I'm very, very rich." I raised an eyebrow. "Very, very rich? What does that even mean?" Eddie chuckled. "Well, let's just say that my family is one of the wealthiest in the world. But we like to keep a low profile to avoid unwanted attention."

I watched as her throat worked while she drank, and I looked away, suppressing my need to circle that delicate throat with my fingers and take those lips without any compunction. As she put her flute down after finishing the last of her wine, she said in a way of conversation, “So…” she started hesitantly, her eyes taking in my suit, my watch and my general appearance. Looking around, she asked, “You’re rich?” I chuckled. “More than the GDP of a few countries put together rich.” Her lips parted slightly, blinking in disbelief. “That’s… a lot.” I arched a brow. “Does that intimidate you?”

You made me nobody. The only thing I have now is my riches. Aside that, nothing else. The same way you have ruined my life, I will ruin yours as well. "The only thing I have is my wealth and riches sir." I said. "Don't you have parents?" I asked. "I don't. I'm orphan." I said. "What?" He asked.

she said “Will he like it?” I asked “Are you going there to dress well for him or work?” She asked “It will be great if he loves me babe I know what I am saying, this guy is f**king rich, unbelievably rich, he is not a millionaire nor a billionaire, he is a trillionaire Victoria” I said and walked out of the bathroom. Victoria suddenly pulled me close to him “So who is this guy you are talking about? Is it not Mr Albert anymore?” She asked

“What change? You haven’t changed, have you?” “Yes. Believe it or not, I’m thinking of my future. Before, I drifted from one town to the other, from one party to the next. But now, I’m eager to take over one of my father’s magazines.” “Monte? Can I ask you a personal question?” “You can ask me anything, my love.” “If you don’t have a job, how did you get to be a billionaire?” His mouth twisted as he tried to hold back a laugh. “There aren’t a lot of people who know this, so please don’t say anything.”

I joked. He didn't laugh. He just stared dead faced at me. “That was a joke,” I bit my lips as the awkward silence stretched. “Sorry.” “Darien Luxe is no joke, okay? He is the second richest man in the world. In the entire world. Can you even begin to fathom how much wealth that is?” “A lot?” His face contorted. “A whole lot?” I asked as if adding the word whole was supposed to change anything. To my surprise, he chuckled.

“Someone’s asking what you do? How do you make so much money?” The phone was knocked to the ground. She watched as the call ended, and the panic in her chest grew stronger. Matt grabbed her arm, blocking her from picking it up. “Can’t say that. My sugar mommy’s job is a secret.” The comments scrolled rapidly. [Now I’m even more curious. How rich do you have to be to spend hundreds of thousands, even millions, casually? I wouldn’t even dream of that.] [Matt’s so handsome. His sugar mommy must be beautiful. Can’t you show her face?]