Boy I'd Be Rich

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Gillies as Madison Hilton

Another fun day of fake smiles and fake bitches.

At least that's what Madison was thinking as her and her fiancé Brandon Carter showed up to yet another lavish party.

She didn't even know the name of the owner of the mansion where the party was being thrown. Instead, she gathered herself and pulled our her tube of red lipstick.

Her signature, her friends called it. More or less she was known to everyone as the red lipstick wearing, blonde bombshell Madison Hilton.

As she was about to apply it her boyfriend, Brandon, spoke up.

"Honey, not in the Royce please," he said, his voice displeasing just a little bit.

She batted her eyelashes and didn't say a word as she put the tube back in her clutch and folded up the mirror. Jeez, she thought, if you can afford a 450,000 dollar custom Rolls Royce, you can afford to have the seat cleaned if, god forbid, I spill lipstick on it.

She just pursed her lips together and continued to stay quiet. She only looked over at Brandon when he began to play with his Rolex, waiting for the valet to take their car.

Everything in her life was superficial. She had all the money from her cosmetic line she had released a little over four years ago, her rich parents as well helping her out but leaving her completely independent when she finally started making enough for herself. And who could forget her rich fiancé, who was three million away from becoming a billionaire.

She had houses in Cabo, Paris, London, New York, Toronto, and of course L.A. Her car line up consisted of a G-wagon, a couple other Mercedes-Benz, a Rolls Royce, a Range Rover, a Jag, an NSX, and a Tesla Model X. Half of those cars were just gifts from Brandon or her parents. The only cars she really drove was the g-wagon, the Tesla and the NSX. She bought those for herself and preferred to only have those three. She drove the others just to make the others think that she used them more often.

She moved around the diamond necklace she was wearing, one that corresponded and matched with her black sequin full length gown. Her hair was curled and thrown to the side, not her best look but she didn't care. It was another party that was going to make Brandon look good, not her.

When the valet helped her out, she said not a word to anyone until she and Brandon entered the building. There, she found that it was the same as the other parties. Same fake smiles, same fake people.

That was one thing she had learned when she was young. Many people, especially rich people were fake. Not all of them, just a good ninety-five percent of people.

Brandon was first to drag her and introduce her to the hosts of the party, who eventually they stuck together with the rest of the night.

"Darling you remember Ruth and Jamison Doward?" He asked. "I was just telling her about you both."

She blinked her heavily mascaraed eyes. "Of course I do. Ruth, Jamison it's so good to meet you finally."

"Oh darling, you're even prettier than Brandon told us," Ruth said, her manicured hand reaching out to give her the normal rich people side-hug type thing.

"Madison, good to finally meet ya sweetheart," Jamison said, shaking her hand. He was an older gentlemen and they both had trace accents as if they were from the south. Maybe Georgia or Tennessee, she thought. She had been to both on multiple occasions, but she couldn't quite place his accent.

"Very good to meet you as well," she smiled, shaking his hand back.

The three of them got to talk, and Ruth even mentioned how she had been using the blush that Madison had come out with a couple months ago, saying how she couldn't believe it brightened up her skin so much.