Claro El Rico Humillando Al Pobre Novels & Stories

"This spoiled rich brat thinks he can do whatever he wants—who the hell does he think he is?!" "And this guy is supposed to be a CEO? If this is what the wealthy elite looks like, we’re all doomed."

“Wow, he sounds... persistent. And kinda clueless, huh?” Sierra couldn’t help but let out a small, frustrated laugh. “Clueless is one word for it. He’s like... one of those rich guys who thinks the world revolves around his money. He doesn’t even know me. Doesn’t understand that I don’t need that kind of offer. It’s insulting. Like he thinks I’ll just bend to his will because he can throw cash at me.”

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.

I shot back, and Vincent bowed his head low with shame. “That is how the rich roll. I can afford to pay even the senior surgeon to make me pass a surgery. But poor and naive people like you have to work your brains and asses off just to prove yourselves. Unfortunately, there is no guarantee to your success even after all that.” So confident, huh! “Well, I would rather work the way I do than be decorated with big titles and suits and still have zero knowledge of what the titles stand for. That is how true we poor and naive people are. We don’t cheat our way up, but rather, we work our way up!”

Still, I don’t want him to think I’m cheap, so I glare at him and say. “Money, Mr. Klein, I would assume you know that’s what we exchange for goods and services since you have a ridiculous amount.” “I am obscenely rich.” He says with a devilish smirk. “Obviously and it is truly a travesty that you get to live in such luxury while the rest of us live like paupers.” He licks his lips, making butterflies go crazy in my stomach. “You certainly don’t look like you’re lacking.” He says. “Oh, but I am. Which is why I must sue you.” He eyes me, amused.

"I really didn't think you could be this pathetic besides being ugly. I noticed you've been perching around the vicinity of St. Claire, why is that?" "Whatever it is I do there is none of your business." Rose gasped in surprise, "The nerve of you, cheap prostitute." "We both know who wears the name better," she spat. "Shut up, idiot. Now, let me tell you something: I know who you've been searching for in that hotel, and be rest assured that you will never get whatever you're looking for in him why, because look at you, poor filthy thing don't think this is one of those Cinderella movies you watch or books you read or tales you hear. This is life. Real-life. And in 'Real-life' the rich never

but you once said you can't live with poor man like me, but here you are In my house, and you don't know when you are leaving my house, and you don't know maybe this is your last bus stop" Mickel said, "That was then, but now, this Is my last bus stop, I don't think I will go out for three months because I know that you are capable of taking care of me" Naomi said, and he smiles, and she stood up and moves closer to Mickel and she kissed him but Mickel wasn't reciprocate, and he held her hands, and said, "babe, I'm poor, but this house Is mine, I bought this house with my money, but the day you call me a poor man, I wept, but I hold myself, you told me that, my house Is not a mansion, you po

"Do you hear that, boys? Mr. Wealthy man here is going to pay us more!" The chorus of laughter from his five men in the kitchen echoed through the whole place. I glanced at Thalia, and all I could see in her eyes was worry. "I like you, rich people. You think that money can do everything. Like wealth is power. I get that. It's like the cheese in a trap," he hummed and looked over at Martin. "I'm not easy to get, Montero senior. I'm not that easy." "What else do you want?"

That’s why I do what I do, I crush their little hearts and take their money so I can climb up the ladder of power and bullshits like this never get to happen ever again. Sometimes I just wish everyman was poor, so we could all be humble and live peacefully…

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "