The Secret Young Billionaire

Natalie's POV They say, "the poor are just fort the poor and if you are rich you are only for your fellow rich," that’s what I always hear from my classmates and socialite friends. Well, I'm one of them. In a private school, we study and almost all of our gang are children of the rich. We have our vehicles and are updated on gadgets. For me, it's easy to ask my parents for money as long as I keep my grades high. We love to chat with those of my friends in bars and restos with live bands. Also goes to parties and anything that is about body needs. I'm Natalie. Sexy, white, and beautiful. I like to wear short shorts and tops that show my navel. Men are fascinated by my beauty. It's Monday and I'm going to school early. I have someone to pick me up today. His car is currently in our garage. I got out of our house and headed to the garage where my boyfriend's car was parked. "Come on, hurry up, we might still be late for class!" My boyfriend yelled while waiting inside the car here

Natalie's POVThe days passed, and I don't see the scrap man anymore pushing his cart.It's Monday but I'm not feeling good going to school so I just stayed at home.It's afternoon I thought about going to the mall. At the exit of my car in the subdivision, I saw a man and I thought he was the scrap man but he doesn't seem to be. He was dressed and only now can I see that he is like that and carrying a big bag.I just skipped it and when I looked again in the side mirror of my car, I saw his face. I didn’t stop and I just kept going to the mall. I went shopping alone and tired myself then I went home.The next day I decided to go to school. I will be driven by our driver because I am too lazy to drive.When the car got out of the garage, the scrap man was there again. He was looking at me and smiled so I smiled back at him.At school, I told my friends what happened to Jeff and me. They could do nothing and no one was to blame even though they were the ones who prompted me to answer J

Third Person's POVThe Figueroa couple had just seen John Dave for the first time and they were in a good mood. When Mrs. Figueroa let him enter their courtyard to give him their goods, in the evening the lady told her husband about the young man.The couple decided to secretly have their private investigator to investigate the young scrap man's life. Not by interfering with his life but they just want to know everything about him.Two days later, the couple received the results of the work from the private investigator. The couple read the result while their daughter Natalie was in her class.The couple was devastated by their discovery of John Dave's life. Mrs. Figueroa burst into tears as she could not cope with the emotion and abundant tears came out of her eyes.She was still sobbing as her husband hugged and stroked her back. She felt very sad that can’t paint how they felt bad about what they knew about the young man. In contrast to their daughter Natalie, they give everyt

John Dave's POVNatalie and I talked a lot until it was six o'clock in the evening. I had to say goodbye because she needed to rest. I waited for her to enter the gate and inside their house before I left.I accelerated my walk so that I could go home immediately. Tomorrow early I will sell my goods. I even bought a dish at the store before I finally got home.When I got home, I immediately arranged my belongings. I never removed it from my cart and put it outside the kitchen. I went inside my house and turned on my little TV as entertainment while I warmed up for the rest of the night.I love watching TV while I eat. After I ate and watched TV I arranged my meal. Brought to the kitchen and washed well.After I took a half bath I took out my notebooks to do my homework. My studies are in full swing because being a scholar is not easy,especially in major subjects.I can handle everything, for what else but it will all end as well. If there is no perseverance there is no stew.

Natalie's POV"Wow, frown me more, you look better," said John Dave who made me laugh out loud."Yeah, I know I'm beautiful," at the same time I flipped my hair and I even poised.That, you really matter, you can be a model," he suggested."Thank you, John Dave," I said and sat down next to him."Have you had a snack yet?" He asked."Because I'm still full." He added."Did you, did you have a snack too?" I asked back to him."I don't have snacks anymore because I'm going to have dinner when I get home."It was as if my heart was pounding because of what he said. Is he saving or dieting on purpose?"It's better to eat dinner so the brain has food when reviewing." I said it straightforwardly and I can't believe that I can speak with sense, because I used to be purely rude because of the influence of my crazy friends.But then, now I am sober. I've changed, haven't I?"Oh, shut up, Natalie?" My thoughts said."Ah, nothing. I just thought I was finally going to graduate.""Congratulat