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"I wish there was something, but unfortunately, there isn't. You're in the picture, and Nigel loves you. I don't stand a chance. He's not a cheater; I've known him for years. His loyalty, empathy, and honesty are some of the things I love about him. I love him so much, but I can't have him. I wish I was the one he loved, but it's you who gets that. You have his love and devotion, and you don't even realize how special that is. You're living the life I'd do anything for." "I'm grateful to have Nigel's love because I love him too and I don't want to lose him. But you're wrong. I'm not living in a fairytale. I have his love, but I lack almost everything else. My family has no money or status, a

A voice sounded in my mind - How could a man like him fall in love with a girl like you? This isn't a fairytale, where a handsome prince meets a common girl and they live happily ever after shit. This is the real world, in which you don't have a home and you can't pay for anything more than 5 dollars for a meal, whereas he has everything in the world. He is just playing with you. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud.

Thomas says. “Can you tell a story?” “What story?” Thomas asks. “Anything,” He nods, “But it would be boring, are you okay with that?” he asks. “Yes,” he nodded. “There was a boy like you, he was born in a very poor household in a far away land and he comes here with a hope of finding a better home. He struggles, fought many battle, lost many people and at last he found his beautiful home. Maxine realizes that this is his story and watches his son doze off without understanding anything from his father’s story.

I wouldn’t be surprised if a billet comes flying into the car the moment Nick starts talking because there are no depths of evil the Rutherfords haven’t reached. “I had to save my life. I was poor. Very poor. So poor I couldn’t afford anything, not even a shirt. My father was a gambler, my mother was an alcoholic, my younger sister died from severe yet untreated heart diseases, my elder brother ran away from home many years ago. I’m the only surviving family member… that’s if my elder brother isn’t dead. I had to drop out of college in my second year. I roamed the streets, homeless for four years but one day, while working at a strip club, I met Mr Ricci Rutherford. He asked me to play a gam

like it's something only to be seen in the movies. Yasmin obviously figured the boy had never known poverty. He'd been spoiled rotten, getting expensive cars and luxuries from a very young age. He'd been to almost sixty countries by the time he turned nineteen. He had collected souvenirs from all the countries he had visited and took the pleasure in showing them all to her. Yasmin looked at each of them as the young man explained how he had attained them with an expression of excitement on his face. One was a watch, the other an old wooden box, one a pendant, one a dollar bill and so on. He explained how these ordinary things had deep sentimental value to him. How they were both linked to k

She then became Ziva, the mate of a simple, hard-working man in love. Of course, how could I compete with the wealth, status and comfort a royal had while growing up? It was as stupid as trying to compete with a King, being a simple pauper. Yes, I was young, stupid and naive. Years later, after moving a lot, trying to find a place that would take us in, accept us for what we were, just a couple trying to survive, Zane, our only son, arrived.

“Mike, do you think you can afford even a pant that I wear? I agreed to be your friend because you are close to my cousin's husband, nothing else. I am sorry that you have fallen in love with an expensive girl like me. Furthermore, I know all about you, and unfortunately, you have nothing in your name. You can't afford me, sorry. ” Mike shifted uncomfortably in the seat as his eyes welled up. Those words were so painful to his ears, he can't even imagine that they were coming from the girl she loved. “How can you say that, Mish, I am seriously in love with you. Yes for now I can't afford your expenses, but that doesn't mean it will be forever, besides my love is not based on richness and wea

He was about to leave the subdivision when he was blocked by some young arsonists but lost weight and became malnourished. He first stopped on the side of the road when the five thin, tall young men stopped in front of his cart. The thin five young men grinned at him. "Beggar, we have your money,give it to us!" Shouted the one thin young man. He was silent and motionless but his able eyes were focused on the movements of the thin youth in front of him. That means it's a hold-up. "I don't have any money anymore because I've already bought the goods and as you can see I haven't sold them yet because the junk shop is closed at this time." He gave a long explanation.

How much is it? "Just pay me two hundred, I won't charge you double.You have been through a lot..." He beamed. I took the money from my purse and gave it to him.I didn't even realize that I had only that two thousand in my purse. What if he had charged me more? Marcus ,look what you made me go through. I took the money from my purse and gave it to him. I had already unbuckled my seatbelt ready to get out of the car when he started talking again. "Young girl, always remember where you come from. Rich boy poor girl love stories only exist in movies and the novels we read. The harsh reality is, they always want to use simple middle class girls since they are easy to trap.Just think about it..."

" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that! Kevin grew even more triggered when he caught the cold fury in my eyes. He flew into a rage as he spat, "Did you think that someone would suddenly barge in and save you, you little mongrel? "Only poor, dirty rats like you would believe in rags-to-riches fairytales. Don't you love acting pitiful? I'm going to give you something to actually be pitiful about!" He then raised the hammer in the air once more, aiming for my good leg next.