¿cómo Soy Tan Rico? Novels & Stories

“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?]

he said, and I smiled. “Rich? We are not rich, we are wealthy, and it's enough to make your family lose the ‘rich’ title, you don't want to be more broke right?” I asked, and he couldn't look me in the eye. “Don't piss me off,” I said with a deep voice.

I ordered the driver who quickly picked his phone up. "Why are you so mean to me Don?" She asked. Her mouth reeked of alcohol and that irritated me. "Where do you live?" I asked. "Why are the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer on a daily basis." I did not understand what that meant but I chose to ignore. "How on earth can you have a trillion dollar? What! While I'm here looking for $55000, you're swimming in trillions." So that's what she meant. I don't understand why changing the company into a trillion dollar company would hurt her so much.

Is this what rich people do when they don’t know what to spend their money on? Dear God just give me this money and see how I’ll wisely spend it,. Please God. Because what in the heavens is this? He could have at least call me to tell me he didn’t get a reply to his texts but instead sent a new dress? Or maybe he’s trying to show off his wealth? If that’s the case then it isn’t going to work, I mean Ontario has been around me my entire life and I am not intimidated by that billionaire frenemy of mine.

"To be honest I didn't even know who you were until my coworker pulled up some internet research on you and that's when I discovered that you are the Finn Holland. You are like one of the richest man in the entire world and yet you act as if you're—" "Basic?" He completed my words. "No, not basic." I countered. "That's not exactly the kind of word I wanted to use." "I understand." He chuckled. "I'm not the type of man to go around flaunting my wealth and making other people feel insignificant or small. I love being in my own quiet little space where the world doesn't revolve around me even though it obviously does. And besides, I don't see the need of flaunting my wealth to everyone. I mean,

It was so clean here, so how could there possibly be any stench? Cara got straight to the point. “Why don’t you tell me how much money you have left from the lottery winnings?” she asked. Gerald smirked a little. “Not much. I’ve already spent most of it.” “Hah! So I guessed it right! You have the typical nouveau riche mentality. It should be alright for those who can keep their wealth, but I believe you may be overdoing it considering the car you just bought!” replied Cara as she shook her head slowly.

I don’t want to talk about the amount! "I am RICH!!!!"

It's embarrassing to be treated like this, but I don't want to deny that it makes me so happy. "I have a lot of wealth. That means I'm very rich. So... my treasure can't possibly run out." What kind of words had he just said? Is she bragging about being a wealthy person? "You're very confident in your words, Enrick. Is it true that your wealth will never run out? Sorry, I do not mean to belittle you. It's just that all this still doesn't make sense to me." Mr. Enrick raised one eyebrow as if he wanted to say if I really underestimated him. I might slap myself in the mouth after this.

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.

I ask after a few minutes of awkwardly chewing my food. "What do mean?" He asks with a confused look. "What kind of work do you do?" I ask more clearly. "I own a few companies." He says seriously and I raise my brows in an understanding way. "Cool. So your like the cliche insanely rich guy that it all hard-core. All work and no play?" I ask teasingly but also very curious.