I Am Rich Again

Imagine borrowing money from your best friend and selling your car to buy a diamond ring for your wife on your wedding anniversary.John Beckham, once the big shot in Connecticut, now grappling with bankruptcy. In a twist of fate, his wife took the lead as a company president, turning their world upside down. Despite the financial storm, John, a thirty eight year old hottie, left a jewelry store with a nine-million-dollar diamond ring – a pricey symbol of love and a shot at keeping their upcoming anniversary special.Dressed in a sharp suit, John stopped a cab headed to BV Hotels and Suites. Alongside the struggle, Stephanie, his wife, stood by him. All he wanted to do was prove his love for her and appreciate her so he needed to book a room for their fifth anniversary. Clutching the ring, memories of their lavish wedding flooded back. This wasn't just about wealth; it was about preserving their connection in the face of life's twists and turns.“Good day. I’d like to make a suite re

"What are you talking about? How can James not be my son?" John questioned, narrowing his eyes.Suddenly, Stephanie smiled, but then she sighed. "You heard me correctly, John. I'm sorry to break this to you, but James is not your son," Stephanie explained.John's face went pale instantly. How could Courtney handle this? How could he handle the fact that the child he believed to be his son was not his at all? It was as though his world was spinning, grappling with the betrayal from the woman he trusted with his life."You must be joking. I'm sure you're saying this just so I won't take my son. But, Stephanie, I might have taken everything from you, but there's no way you'll make me leave here without my son. That's one thing I won't allow," John thundered, pointing a finger at Stephanie."Give me the document, Lucy," Stephanie turned to Lucy, who quickly pulled out a paper from her briefcase. "Take a look." Stephanie handed the paper to John.John hesitated before accepting it. "What i

John couldn’t tear his eyes away from the stunning, elegant woman who gracefully entered the room. Her mere presence silenced everyone, as if she held an unspoken authority over them. Though she was quite young, probably twenty years of age."Good day, ma'am," Officer Jason greeted, his demeanor exuding respect. It was as though he already knew her or was told something about her by his colleague.The other officer, who had followed the woman into the room, leaned in to whisper something to him."Good day, officer," the woman replied, flanked by two guards—one clutching her handbag, the other standing at attention."How can we assist you, Miss B?" Officer Jason inquired.The woman's gaze shifted to John, who felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his nerves palpable. His gaze was no longer on her as his mind was too filled up with doubt, trouble and confusion. "I need someone," she stated, her cascading hair adding to her aura of spontaneity."Who, may I ask?" Officer Jason'

“Stephanie is not my wife. I do not have a wife,” John spat with his face instantly becoming red with anger, his words dripping with bitterness.Miss B maintained her composure as she stared at John, his face contorted with rage. It was evident that the mere mention of Stephanie’s name had ignited a storm of emotions within him, dredging up painful memories.“I’m sorry. I meant your ex-wife,” Miss B rephrased gently, offering a slight, sympathetic smile.“What about her? What does she have to do with you and me?” John asked through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed down at Miss B.“Unfortunately, quite a lot,” Miss B shrugged, her tone tinged with resignation as she leaned back in her chair, avoiding John’s intense gaze.She reached for a bottle of water, taking a long sip as John processed her words, his anger simmering beneath the surface. His mind traveling far and near thinking of what connection he still had with Stephanie.“What do you mean by ‘a lot’?” John demanded, his sights

"Who do I have here? If it's not the failed business and married man,” Jeffery started, a smirk lingering on his face.John's face tightened, and he looked deep into Jeffery 's betraying eyes.“My best friend,” Jeffery said, tapping John on his shoulder.John threw his gaze at Jeffery 's hand as though he wanted to break every finger. Jeffery was dressed in an expensive black Italian suit, exuding a sense of wealth and arrogance.“Take your hands off me, or else in the next second, you might not have a hand anymore,” John roared, his eyes fixed on Jeffery .“Oiii!” Jeffery chuckled sarcastically, but he still withdrew his hand from John's shoulder. “The pride is still there, a typical example of being broke but proud,” Jeffery added with a dirty, contemptuous look.John turned to leave, but Jeffery quickly held him back. “Not so soon, best friend,” Jeffery said.“I am not your best friend,” John said coldly, his expression a mixture of anger and disgust.“John, come on, we are