Author Of Rich Man Poor Man Novels & Stories

"Everything is beautiful, but I can't even imagine growing up in a place like this. What do people complain about over here? Like, when money isn't a problem?" "Oh, they complain about a lot. Most of it is stupid, but money isn't everything," he says, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull. Only really, really rich people say shit like that, "Believe it or not, poor people are a lot happier. When you have to make money for survival, you don't have much time to waste or spend doing a deep dive into your own mind. But when you already have money, you have no choice but to realize, maybe the sadness is something so profound it really can't be fixed with money. Sometimes is your own self, s

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.

A man. As time passed by wealth fell upon him. "Now tell me Davy what is missing in that story? Lance: yes it is incomplete, you don't know what led the man to his circumstances, how he got to the street, what book he was reading, how he suddenly became wealthy, what his name was, etc. The point is what you don't know corrupts the truth from the story, you cannot conclude without introducing but that is what we all do these days isn't it?."

He began softly, witch his face turned away from me and I felt my head falling back in disappointment. However, he was yet to finish. "Being rich gives you the power to get away with anything, without any accountability. No one bats an eye if the rich does something wrong—But being poor means you've already lost." He continued seriously and I could only watch him unblinking for a moment, in attempts to internalise his words; only to blink and look away with an exhausted sigh. "Right—and since you are already very rich, then going by this logic you should be ecstatic and jumping up and down in happiness—" I turned to him with a roll of eyes but didn't expect to catch the staggered look on his

I was getting pissed. "And who gave you the right to talk about them like that?just because you're rich doesn't mean you should go about talking shit about people. I think they work as hard as we do, they're are just quite unfortunate not to have the same luck. They aren't lazy asses, they work tremendously to fend for themselves and let me tell you one thing..poor people are the happiest,they live freely unlike us who live in the fair of being kidnapped or attacked by robbers,we put up so many securities just to stay safe while they wander around in the streets freely. They live in small homes while we live in big houses. Houses, that's just where we live. We don't have homes. Many of we ri

The third woman said. Good job, Lesley. You made them believe I was a rich girl. Hahaha! It's easy to fool these women. Your money is mine now. You will end up going home naked and scolded by your husband. If you lose, you may all consider quitting gambling. Hahaha! I can't stop but smiling with my thoughts.

Families were broken, and fathers and husbands were robbed from their children and wives. “Hehe.” Noir finished another pint of beer. He scoffed and said, “Euphemistically speaking, the rich people are here to make the economy thrive; in real terms, they are just blood-sucking leeches plundering and oppressing the weak. Most of them grew in size through illegal means, and only then did they switch to the good sides.” He got so angry in the end that he did not want to continue the topic. “Andy, what should I do with the money?”

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

“I have here my resume and a list of all of my assets. Please take a look and see whether you’re satisfied with it.” Were blind dates so efficient these days? The two sheets of paper were covered in words. By the looks of it, he was rich, but I felt dizzy from all the reading. I chuckled and pushed the papers back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring my resume.” “It’s okay.” Ivan pushed the papers right back at me. “I like you. As long as you find me satisfying, I’ll be okay.” I was unable to speak. Then, feeling troubled, I said, “I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Adams, my mother forced me to be here today. I’m sorry, but I already have someone I like.”

] [If she had not managed to get pregnant first, how could someone like her manage to marry someone as wealthy as Saul Gaviera? There were a lot of photos as well. While they were blurry, anyone who saw them could tell that it was me. However, I never did those things.