Novel & Cerita Baca Novel The Richest Poor

Halfway through, she stopped. When she thought about what he just told her to turn off the coffee shop, she got angry again. She put the phone back into her pocket and told the driver that she was going to Mountain and River Residence. The driver was a talkative middle-aged man. His tone was full of envy. "Mountain and River Residence? That's the richest district in R City. I heard that the lowest value of people living there is over ten billion. How luxurious is the interior? I have never seen what is inside. Miss, can you tell me about it? Is the garden inside full of gold and jade? I once heard about a business tycoon in G City. For the sake of his beloved woman, he embedded all kinds of

The pounding rain outside didn't concern them, drowned out by the blaring party music that only fueled their passion, even as they indulged in party pills and various kinds of alcohol. Atlas, standing outside, now had his eyes synchronized with the falling raindrops on his body. He had never felt this hurt before, and there was a sense of regret and self-loathing, not directed at the woman, but at himself. If only he were born rich, a billionaire, perhaps Heather would have liked him. Even though he wanted to proudly declare to Heather that he was the new CEO of Daze Inc. after the late Mr. Connor, he knew deep down that this wealth didn't come from his sweat and blood. It had suddenly arriv

When he finally thought he was qualified to stand by Calla's side, she already had a fiancé. Just as he was lamenting that he had grown up too late, his parents revealed that the family was actually very wealthy. The revelation devastated him all over again. He was utterly crushed. If he had known his family was so wealthy earlier, he could have helped Calla years sooner. Yet he completely missed his chance with Calla and had to watch her become that scumbag's wife. Later, he thought that perhaps it was fortunate his family had pretended to be poor. Otherwise, he would not have been bullied and would never have met Calla.

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me and began to sniff. I stood him chest to chest and said, “oh, are you going to stand there and say nothing? You don’t have anything to say right?” I asked. “I have said my mind” he completed. I shook my head and said, “the rich do whatever they want, and they do not care about the consequences of it on the poor” “so hilarious” I added. “That’s because the poor doesn't have what the rich ones have and it will take ages, centuries and even their generation to make it” he spilled out.

Belle's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Zayden's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Zayden is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

Rain dotted the windshield, a quiet drum of guilt and indecision. He could go up. Knock. Beg. But what would he say? That he wasn’t the man she thought he was? That he’d been raised in a house where wealth was just another weapon? That Talia Blake had once been more than just a name — she’d been a negotiation? He was rich, yes. But not free. Not in the way Catherine was. And somehow, loving her felt like a rebellion — like daring to want something honest in a world where everything came with strings.

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Dr Martins knew Steve was lying, just trying to feed his ego but he’ll continue to mind his business because after all, it’s Steve’s life not his. The rich also cry, they say but what about the poor; are they happy or sad? Susan and Steve are rich but sad while Natasha and Daniel are poor yet happy. Susan is rich but doesn’t have peace and happiness even from her loved ones, but Natasha despite being poor feels rich because she found happiness and happiness with the one she loved. “Hey my richest husband in the whole world is home, welcome back. How is work?” Natasha asked, smiling sweetly to her husband. “It’s still the same…I couldn’t find any job today after all my searching.” Daniel said

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."