Born With A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

I was a typical god because I had everything going the way I wanted. Born with a silver spoon was the most favorable thing in life. My father, Damon Cooper was one of the wealthiest men in the country but I didn't stop there rather I grew the business till we became of the wealthiest businessmen in the world. I was the only child of my parents so you could see the reason why I was favored lavishly.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

I sat on my couch and stared at the ceiling. What did I know about Silver? She was smart. Driven. Probably had never been spoiled or pampered or treated like she mattered by someone who could give her the world. What if I gave her exactly that? A taste of what luxury looked like. Something she had never experienced before. Not to show off or to make her feel small. To show her what I saw. That she was worth more than just a regular kiss in her dorm room. Hopefully, she’d also see how serious I am about her and Stella's little act will all be forgotten.

“Please tell me about your family. Why do you feel like you need to prove yourself to them?” “I was born with a silver spoon, but no one knows, because I don’t want that kind of fame. I want the fame that I will create for myself. Not because I am the daughter of a certain someone and have to enjoy the benefits of being their daughter. I want to work for my money.”

I protested. “So what is?” He asked. “This is about you, not about me.” I said, smiling. “Isn't that how life is though?” He asked, rolling away from me. I felt a bit bad for making him less interested in sexing me, but I also knew it was the time to have a candid discussion. “You were literally born with a silver spoon, you don't look like you ever really had it rough.” I commented. “That's insensitive.” He observed. “It's not always been this way.”

Diana sat to his right, followed by Alex, and Vicky sat to his left, followed by me and Jay. Soon, maids came and served our food. I looked at the plates, they looked thick and heavy, obviously made of some rich glass. Spoons, forks, knives, pretty much everything other than food containers are made of silver. Now I clearly understand what the expression Born with a silver spoon means. My breath hitched when Vicky placed the glass down with a thud after drinking water. I bent down to his ear and whispered pleadingly ''Careful there buddy, looks like I can't afford this table if you break it''. He smiled cheekily, nodding his head.

But for whatever reason, my words could do nothing but laugh at instead of shrink from. Wealth? Power? Status? I was born with all of those things. I never had to do anything to earn them because the name Madison in and of itself had guaranteed that I was born with a silver spoon, a crown already indented in my hair before I even moved. "You must've forgotten who I am," I replied with a smirk, laughing at the arrogance of his assumption. But then, he raised his head. His eyes sparkled with a perilous glint and I gulped the laughter trapped in my throat. There was more to what he was saying—something that awakened an unspoken dare between us.

They weren’t supposed to meddle in each other’s lives. Most of the conversation was about his life and interests. She didn’t really have much to share. They were poor. She hadn’t experienced what he had. He was born with a silver spoon, while she had nothing. He probably wouldn’t relate if she talked about her and her mother’s hardships.

Money had it’s own beauty. Sometimes scary but sometimes ethereal and in front of her was replica of what she would call a modernised heaven. Grace was born in an influential family of States, everything was served to her on silver platter, be it designer clothes or bags, shoes or jewellery, gold or diamond. But thats what it all was, superficial beauty. She was devoid of freedom, always caged within mansion’s walls, tortured mentally.

And I enjoyed it, much to my and everyone's surprise. People often said when you're born with a silver spoon you don't know what struggling is, but I rendered that saying stupid by working my butt off to make earns meet in LA. Not because I wanted to prove to anyone, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could survive on my own.