Books About Rich Families Novels & Stories

"You can’t say stuff like that! But seriously, why are we just lurking around here? The people in this house seem really rich." "Of course, they’re rich," Sebastian smirked. "Don’t you know whose house this is?" The assistant looked confused and shook his head. Sebastian tapped his fingers. "The the Cromwell family from New York—the richest in the country. And we share the same surname." "I get it!" The assistant’s attitude changed instantly. "Sebastian, I misjudged you! You’re trying to climb the social ladder, aren’t you?" Sebastian fiddled with his phone. "You can think of it that way."

Now I could look at it. I sat in the library on Thursday morning with nothing in particular scheduled and allowed myself to look at it. The facts first. I was twenty-two. I had grown up in a wealthy household and had received a good education in the way that wealthy households provided good educations, comprehensively and without the specific deliberateness of someone who had chosen it for themselves. I had no professional experience in any formal sense, no degree, no institutional affiliation that would provide the conventional scaffold for a working life.

She nodded like she expected that. “Then you chose wrong again,” she said. She reached under the table and pulled out a small device. She pressed it. A screen on the wall turned on. It showed the old family house. Men were inside. They were taking things. Papers. Hard drives. Everything. She looked at us. “I already started the process,” she said. “In one hour everything your families built will be gone. The companies. The money. The names. All of it.” She looked at Damien.

“Actually, Zachary is an exceptionally good man. He’s from a good family too. I was born and raised in a rich family, so I know very well what wealthy families are like. I can say that a rich family like the Yorks is one of the only few of its kind in the whole province.” Elisa added enviously, “The Johnsons from Annenburg are similar to the Yorks in Wiltspoon, but I’ve never heard of a third family like theirs. In any case, the York family is at the top of the pyramid. The family members are thriving and united. They’re the cream of the crop.

Emma widened her eyes, her expression filled with astonishment. "Dad, Mom, I received over two million dollars!" Emma handed the mobile phone to Mrs. Brebeca to see. Mrs. Brebeca hastily took it and looked at the message on Emma's mobile phone. After reading it, she raised her head, looking at me with an incredulous gaze. "Why do you have so much money? Did you steal or rob?" she asked. "Neither stealing nor robbing!" I replied. "If you didn't steal or rob, then how can someone as poor as you have so much money?" Mrs. Brebeca interrogated.

But in comparison, he had about two billion dollars while the poorest of Romeo's friends had about forty billion. How would he get over thirty eight billion dollars to defeat that person first? Then Andrew Malhotra, his wealth was almost hundreds of billions. His net worth in total was apparently ninety seven billion. How was he supposed to beat that too? From two billion to one hundred billion, was that even a journey possible in a period of a few weeks? Even if he became an armed robber, he couldn't make it. Then he didn't even want to think of Romeo. The Armani family were more popular than other billionaires because they were the first and only family in the entire city to be so close in

Josh told Dan with a smile on his face as the shop attendants packed the clothes that he had bought. “I have never been humiliated like this before “Alicia told Ann as she clenched her fist with impatience. Her eyes raging with fire. She couldn’t believe what just happened. It was like she was dreaming that her useless ex-husband had the nerve to send her out of the elegant shop. “How did Josh come to know the Johnson’s family?” Ann asked Alicia. “I am surprised too, he never mentioned that he was related to the wealthy family while we were together. All that I know is that he comes from a poor family and was adopted” Alicia replied.

A quick search later, the results left me staring at the screen, wide-eyed and speechless. The Black family wasn’t just wealthy, they were powerful. One of the richest families in the country, they owned over ten of the most prominent companies in various industries. Mansions, penthouses, estates, private planes. they had it all. Their combined net worth? A staggering $300 billion.

Her extended family is fourth, and that's already very extraordinary according to her. However, Jaguar claims to be the richest man in the country, that means…. “Since when did the Adytama family beat the Abraham family and other big families?” asked Syila, unable to hide her curiosity. “Since a long time ago,” Jake smirked a little, because it turned out that this woman in front of him knew about the structure of the richest man in this country, “My family never mentions the actual amount of wealth, because most of them are part of the mafia.”

I stated. He creased his eyebrows as if he was confused, pulled a puzzled look. "That's… crazy." "It seems to me like you've always been rich. That means you might not be as experienced as I am," I clarified. Finally, he let go of my arm, wrapped his arms around his chest. "What makes you think I haven't been experienced? Being rich isn't freedom, you know?" Okay. This unnecessary conversation had to end. This wasn't what I had come here for.