Author Of Rich Man Poor Man Novels & Stories

This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father. Yes, this is the story of how a person so rich can be so poor in many ways. See my dear lusty readers I'm giving you a life lesson here, yes... me, Olga, the Mafia Brat with the wisdom of a ninety-year-old Russian woman when you keep on refilling my empty shot glass with vodka. Okay... Jeez, I need to remind myself to get back to her story. Where were we? Oh yeah... hooking the readers from the first chap, because Olga, I know you can do 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

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.

he told him, because they knew each other quite very well, in a civil relationship. Again, another masculine voice responded from the witnesses that were there, a poor old man, who seemed to have lose his right mind, "I have a wife whom I've always loved and cherished, how I wish I could communicate with her in heaven, that I may plead with her to obtain some power there and change the cruel heart of this millionaire. I was once a successful trader, I fell out of trade not because I don't have the capital to continue; but because my debtors could not pay back their debt, and that I had to resign to another field of work. Before my desire would lead me into covetousness."

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?”

' the man thought. "You're a novelist?"

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?”

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

Donning a bob cut and a no-nonsense expression, she stared right at the camera and began, "Hey, guys. Today, we will be steering off our current series. Permit me to tell you a story..." "There's this guy, let's call him Mr. Minimum. Mr. Minimum is from old money, so he became a multi-millionaire even before he could crawl. Well, now, he owns a company and is doing very well for himself. But like many rich folks, Mr. Minimum wants to eat his cake and have it. He pays his workers stipends and defaults in taxes despite making millions off the backs of Americans. One day, someone blew the whistle, drawing attention to Mr. Minimum's tax evasion crimes. But guess what happened?

I was not paying attention when she listed out all his great aspects. Not that it would mean anything. My plan for today was just to go through the motions. “Miss Snow.” Right after I opened the door, I saw someone waving at me. He must be Ivan Adams, the great guy™. He was dressed formally, like he was attending an interview. He handed me two sheets of paper the moment I reached. “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.”