Novel & Cerita Baca Novel The Richest Poor

“Little Boy, are you three years old? How can you be so naїve? This world is all about money. Money can practically do everything and it represents strength! “The rich are superior to the poor! Only poor bastards like you would say something like that—cowardly dogs barking but too afraid to bite! Laughable!”

I instantly straightened up, feeling a blush creep up my neck. How audacious of me! Minutes later, I found myself in an estate that was legendary in the city. COMBS REGENCY I froze, trying to process the sheer magnitude of it all. Good heavens! I knew Xavier was wealthy, but was he really from *the* famous Combs family? I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm.

said Rion. Eric lowered his head, and Rion knew how disappointed Eric was. Because of the poverty that has captured them since childhood, all this time, thinking of becoming rich by dominating Goldwin's legacy is the hope that keeps them going even in the most difficult parts. But after experiencing it for himself, Rion realized that not everyone could become rich, especially suddenly. This world was cruel, and poor people like him, who turned into billionaires overnight, would only become easy targets for bad people.

The one who squanders his brother's wealth instead of building a fortune with it. As I sank deeper into my glass, I felt that familiar spiral of rage and hopelessness. Zayn didn’t just win at life, he was born to win. It was written in the stars while I was stuck in the dirt, scrambling for scraps. The pregnancy felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.

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"The poor person started her search for a far better life when she realized that all the affluent person had might have been hers. She murdered her father and then his wife as she stood by and let the wealthy one come to her for comfort. She then discovered a means of eliminating both her grandmother and grandfather. Both the wealthy individual and their partner were anxious to be together, and the partner of the affluent individual aspired to take the lead. The unfortunate one aspired to be Luna too, so they effortlessly discovered a method to transfer her possessions to her partner. She then organized a fire incident and set up the wealthy one. The impoverished one made sure to be present

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

It was an amount I wouldn't have even dared to dream of before, yet I couldn't bring myself to spend it. Every time I went to the cafeteria, I still habitually ordered the cheapest dishes. Every time I walked past a coffee shop, I still hesitated. My classmates all teased me, "Nicolette, you're a trust fund kid, and you're still this frugal. How are we ordinary citizens who spend money like water supposed to face ourselves?" I smiled when I heard those words. This life of absolute abundance, where I never had to worry about food or clothes, was exactly what I dreamed of as a child. Yet, for some reason, now that I finally had it all, I didn't feel a single shred of happiness.

His words didn't surprise me at all. I nodded, knowing that the butler would follow me wherever I went. This life of luxury? It felt more like a scene from a telenovela or one of those fictional novels I used to read. A poor girl suddenly becomes rich overnight, marries the most powerful mobster, and falls in love. Why do stories like that exist? Why do they make me laugh? There's no such thing as a smooth love story like that. Just look at me—once prosperous, now drowning in debt. And here I was, married to the son of a wealthy family because I needed this marriage.

There is always a saying that states the richest man barely uses his money because he does not find any use to flaunt his wealth and that is how he stays rich; while the poorest man would use what little he has to portray himself as rich while he stays poor because he does not save. I have also seen those memes where there would be pictures of rich celebrities dresses in cheap clothes while the poor people are dressed in the most expensive clothes you could find. Below the pictures would be a question asking for the reader to pick out the rich person from the poor person. The rich person in the picture would usually be someone who is known among the masses while the poor person would usually