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For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

I enjoy hearing her speak, her voice should be recorded and kept in a museum or something. “It is a romance novel.” She said. “Oh, my favorite.” I joked. “Of course it is.” She said. “What is it about?” I asked her. “I don’t know much yet since I have not gone that deep but I understand that it is about a man, a wealthy one…” “How wealthy is he?” “Extremely wealthy. He has a daughter, lost his ex-wife…” “Let me guess. He is searching for a nanny?” I asked her. She laughed. “How did you know that?”

He crossed the line, and to Jackson, nothing else mattered. "Speaking of inserting oneself into the life of others for a greener pasture, I have a story about that, there once lived the daughter from a family of unbounded wealth who found love in a pauper. This pauper with time had his wooden spoon replaced with a golden one, he smelled wealth and got selfish. He wanted it all. The daughter, blinded by the idea of love, fed him all of it, as much as she could to satisfy him. If only she had known he was a basket and could never get filled," with an intent stare at his father, "do you know how the pauper paid her back? Broken rips on Saturday nights, a drunken mess on Monday. A miscarriage on

Immediately, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere I had created, I turned a bit embarrassed to my younger brother, who was interested in nothing but devouring those chicken spaghetti as soon as possible. "How are your classes, Ryan?" I asked. "At that stupid university, there are only rich kids, but it's bearable," he grumbled, frowning with annoyance at the Jackson University atmosphere, which was a daily routine. I had also had to deal with it and understood it perfectly; however, along the way, I had encountered good people like Nia or one or two of my classmates, who despite being from families swimming in money, sometimes managed to be humble when they felt like it.

•NOAH• “Grandpa, are you okay?” I found him looking at his grandfather’s pictures, which were scattered on the living room table counter, and his expression was unreadable. I remembered the stories he told me about his grandfather when I was young. He said that Philip was a majestic man and was smart beyond human understanding in his small town. He had a small business, which he turned into a multi-million-dollar empire before he met his first wife, who took everything he had and left him with nothing after their divorce.

"Hey, everyone! I can't wait to work with all of you. Please help me because I'm new to this job!” "Of course! We're happy to help. You didn't have to bring snacks! So kind of you, Ms. Bernice.” "Yes, especially from that pricey café. Even Ms. Banks never spent too much money there!” Bernice’s voice was full of fake pity. "Ms. Banks has always been careful with her money. She wasn't born rich; the Web family has been helping her since she was a toddler.” "Being frugal is a good thing." "What? Was she really a charity case? But she behaves like she's better than everyone else! I assumed she was rich!” Someone else said, "The poorest people often put on the biggest show."

Eva POV When we got back home, teh lawyer was already seated in teh house with tea cup in his hand. He looked at me as if he doesn't trust me. Well I know what he had warned Alan about on the phone that led to such a huge conversation. "She is just an orphan and she is using you Alan", something like this must have been the warning. However, he is not wrong. After all, he is experienced in the shit whhere people betray each other but this, this is not called betraying. This is called using teh rich for the poor. Even though Mr Alan Richards have never told me about how he became so rich, I know what his original background is.

"Well, for the record," He also stood up while suppressing his intense annoyance. “I am not like the heroes in the novels who are rich. They have their chopper that they immediately came as if they were teleporting right away once they were asked to go home to the province. I am not rich. I'm not perfect. I am not like the men in the novel. Deal with it! If you can not… ”

During Thanksgiving and Christmas months, I wouldn't even go home to my parents' because I didn't want her to feel alone and left out because she didn't have a family to call her own. I worked hard so that I could provide her with a home and a family. To save, I refused to waste money on medication or doctor's visits, wearing only the cheapest second-hand clothes I could find. I worked myself to the bone until white hair began to streak my head. But now, I found out that Irene was not an orphan. In fact, she was a wealthy heiress with a wonderful family of her own. I suddenly recalled the words some of her friends had said that other day.