Author Of Rich Man Poor Man Novels & Stories

I knew because I searched for the jeweler on the internet and when I took a glance at their price list, I realized that my husband was indeed wealthier than I'd thought him to be. "You're very lucky to be married to a man like Mr Rexroth. He's literally the richest man of his age in this city, and even if he's rumored to be so closed off and cold, I notice that he breaks character for you. You alone. That must be a fairytale." The middle-aged woman gushed. I looked at her with a hint of sadness in my eyes, which I wondered if she could see. My life was no fairytale, it was far from it.

" Young master, you need to come with us", The old man repeated. Welbeck was still stunned and felt like he was dreaming once again. With a mixture of disbelief and desperation, Welbeck spoke up, his voice trembling, "Wait, I think you've got the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary guy, kicked out by my son-in-law, struggling to make ends meet. I don't have any connections with wealthy doctors or anyone of significance."

she asked sneeringly as she waved around the air above her head. “Actually, Ms Judgey-Pants,” he mocked her, “I have. Everything you see around you is of my own blood, sweat and tears. I grew up in poverty in Italy as an orphan. I emigrated to America as a young teen with the singular goal of making a life for myself and I did. I know what it is like to have nothing, to go to bed with a hungry belly and to wake with an even hungrier one. I know how it feels to wonder whether I would find shelter for sleep and whether I would even be able to sleep lest someone try to molest or rob me while I rested. Unlike Ares Winter whose mommy and daddy pandered to his every whim and made him CEO of the fa

“It’s okay. You can spend it at will, Mrs. Howard. After all, you’re Star. You can earn more money. I can make you keep earning money for me. “Connor always claimed that I was a capitalist…”

James snorted, and I huffed out a laugh. “Why are rich people like that?” I chuckle humorlessly, “If you ingest it, you’ve committed an act of treason, but if you snort a line, you’re praised for your ability to stay thin.” “They’re the worst, really. All that money,” James jests, a smirk pulling on his lips, showcasing his dimples, “And they still haven’t figured out the key to happiness.” “People with too much money are just awful.” “They buy things like mansions they’ll never fill, and garages full of cars they never drive,” he rolls his eyes, but his tone is playful, “Enough flowers for their wives to fill a field. It’s pathetic.”

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

"Do you think a relationship with such an imbalance in status and wealth can ever have a happy ending, Taylor?" Recognizing the sarcasm in his words, I shot back without hesitation, "Do relationships where both people are equal in status and wealth always end well? It's like saying I should find a man with average but honest looks if I want stability. "But in reality, a short and poor man can still cheat, so why shouldn't I just find someone tall, handsome, kind, and rich instead? At least that way, I'd admire him and be proud to introduce him to my friends."

she said. “Everyone has dreams… but money is the power behind action. Without it, you just talk—you don’t do. Wishing doesn’t bring wealth. “Preach, sister!” Naomi said with a playful grin. “But girls, I heard the orphanage was built by a young man when he was just eighteen,” Naomi said thoughtfully. “I’m trying to remember his name…” “Roland William!” Tasha chimed in. “Yes, Roland William,” Samantha echoed. Her voice grew quiet. “The last time I googled, He’s the richest man in North America now. A billionaire. His father gave him a strong foundation. He was born with a silver spoon.”

"Because we're poor and they're rich. Because we're nobody and they're somebody. Because we raised you and they want to claim you." "Paul, it doesn't have to be a competition." "Everything is a competition when you're poor, Jane." "Then let me help you not be poor." "With what? Your new inheritance?" "With my company money." "Money you made by lying to us about who you really were." "I never lied about who I was!" "You let us think you were just a teacher!" "I was a teacher! I just also had a business!" "A business worth millions!" "So?" "So you let your own family struggle while you were rich!"

Yet, the same man could afford to buy Susan so much expensive jewelry while my mother only had a plain, misshapen ring. "I was simply marveling at his devotion. He's been faithful to you for so long," I said. Susan laughed dismissively. "I knew he started a family after I left, but I don't care. Love and responsibility are two different things. While I was abroad, I joked that he was not macho and only rich. Can you guess what stupid thing he did?" I didn't have to guess. A simple joke made by Susan resulted in him pretending to be poor for 30 years, never once helping the family. And because of her coquettish pleading, he immediately reverted to his true self and gave her the best of everyt