¿cómo Soy Tan Rico? Novels & Stories

He threw his head back as he burst into laughter, “Rich?" “Aren't you rich?" “How do you know I'm rich?" “I guessed so." “Wrong guess," He turned me around and I was facing him. "I'm not rich Cleo. I'm as poor as a church rat,” he said and snapped his finger against my forehead. I rubbed my forehead, my eyes darted in confusion, "But? The sleek cars? Expensive clothes? And?” "It all comes with the kind of work I do. Take the work away and I'm nothing," He made a puff sound at the end and also snapped his fingers in the air.

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.

"Hmmm." "I won't deny, love, that those who possess a huge amount of money are not rude and selfish, but you see like every finger is not same, just like that, not every other rich person is." she looked at all her fingers one by one examining whether they are same or different from one another. After she was satisfied, raised her head looked at me grinning and said, "And you are the best richest person I have ever met." As if everyone gets to meet a lot of rich people daily.

“What do you mean?” What do I mean? She sees herself in the mirror right? “You look rich. You eat at an exclusive table, drive a very, very expensive car. Your car is even more expensive than my mum’s car, so why would you need a job from my mum?” Sarah blinked twice, probably nonplussed by my confrontational stance, but my mind was going a million miles a second.

He reasons, making me laugh. “He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mouth. “He can take a bath and clean his shit with gold infused water for the rest of his life and he will still have enough wealth to last him a century.” I exaggerate to make it extra dramatic. Not that I'm far from reality.

she said. “What? This isn’t about his money, Sophia.” I told her. I was actually offended because she believed I was some gold-digging whore. “So, you are telling me you don’t like the fact that he is rich?” she asked. Why did I feel like that’s a trick question? “I like Javier, money or not. So, what if he is rich? He is still my Javier. It is not my fault that he comes with a billion dollars' net worth,” I said casually.

meeting. -We come home Nicolas. I don't really have the mind to hang out with these rich kids talking to them about things they won't be able to understand. -Excuse me sir but you forget that you are as rich as them and even more than them! -Just Nicolas! I am rich. They are rich kids. There is a difference in the fact that I earned the money with my own hands while they inherit those from their parents. -I understand sir but it surprises me that between rich you sometimes denigrate yourself.

You are extraordinary so who can give a man like you a company? "I know you are the mysterious tycoon who wasted millions of dollars on just jewelry even though you didn't tell me. The money you wasted that night is way above the net worth of this company so how then can it be that someone gave the company to you?" "I'm not asking if you truly own the company, as my mind suggests. I just want to hear it from your lips that you own this company, Master. I've waited so long to hear you say it. I hope I'm not asking much."

I said. “Who? Who are you talking about? Who's the chap that got you pregnant?” She posed a question to me. “Wait, is he a billionaire? A young CEO? Can he literally buy the whole city? Chloe, is he rich? Are we gonna be rich?” She stopped pacing, her feet coming to a standstill as she looked at me.

I stopped eating and looked at him unbelievably when I processed his words. "So you're also a prince!?!" I couldn't help but to raise my voice at him. What the fuck!? Is he freaking kidding me!?! I saw how his eyes landed to me boringly, like it was not as important as it should be. "And so? That isn't the point. I'm rich because I worked, I didn't use any of my inheritance to build what I have right now. It was all on me." He didn't sound like boasting, and I admire him for that.