Claro El Rico Humillando Al Pobre นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He threw his head back as he burst into laughter, “Rich?" “Aren't you rich?" “How do you know I'm rich?" “I guessed so." “Wrong guess," He turned me around and I was facing him. "I'm not rich Cleo. I'm as poor as a church rat,” he said and snapped his finger against my forehead. I rubbed my forehead, my eyes darted in confusion, "But? The sleek cars? Expensive clothes? And?” "It all comes with the kind of work I do. Take the work away and I'm nothing," He made a puff sound at the end and also snapped his fingers in the air.

When Amelia thought of it that way, she felt a lot more positive. It was true. Just like how the poor were always being sour grapes and saying that the rich were arrogant because of their wealth. Now she felt that there was nothing wrong with that. Having money was amazing! Those who looked down on the rich were still working hard because ultimately, it was all about having money! Since it was about the money, then why did they have to be so pretentious? The rich had their wealth as their assets, and those who were poor didn't. It was just simple logic, and it wasn't that people couldn't understand it.

He had once been the richest man in the world, but now he was merely a cripple, bankrupt, and abandoned. Julian stared at Jennifer’s retreating back, consumed by jealousy as his woman intimately held another man’s arm, yet he was acutely aware that he was no longer the wealthiest. "I am no longer a rich man, and I have only just managed to stand up. The pain in my legs is excruciating, Cassandra. I was the one who made the mistake, and now I will atone for everything. If you won't love me, then it is my turn to pursue you." Julian resolved not to lose to Ricard, the rich man from a neighbouring country.

“And I must say, our videos did justice to that.” I slap his finger off, snarling my teeth at him. “You’re such a douchebag. Disgusting and shameless to even be qualified as a human.” He chuckles, waving a hand at me leisurely. “That is how the rich thrive, darling. Being shamed by what people say is limiting. You do what you have to do to save your own skin.” I tilt my head to a side, a dangerous thought coming to mind. “Then,” I smirk. “You shouldn’t be so quick in washing your hands off this case.”

What right does he have to laugh at me? I spring up from the chair and poke him squarely in the chest, this time, I do not hold back. He hurt my feelings, my pride. He knows mom and I are not rich. “Go ahead, laugh all you want, Blake. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You never had to work a day in your life! You’ve had it all handed to you on a silver, no, platinum platter. What do you know about poverty? All you do is….” I fling my hands in the air in frustration, “playing your video games and flirting with Sara Carter! What do you know about having to work for every single penny? What do you know about having to fight for your life every day of your life just to see the su

“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!”

We would be dinosaurs. 'The power to say ‘no’ earned me a slapped face yesterday.' 'Explain!' 'You must have worked it out. I was so awful to you outside the church, because I was jealous of your intervention - an intervention I had failed to make, so I tried to say no. The poor say ‘No’, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in poverty. The rich say no, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in doing a wrong or dishonest thing.'

It is a serious one to me. If I tell him that he is correct, it appears that he won't like me any longer, but I won't tell a falsehood since, after all, what can I do? Being poor isn't horrible, it's not a crime, and it shouldn't be something to be embarrassed of, so I should be proud of it. Alyana, there is nothing humiliating about being poor; you lived despite it. We were silent for a moment here before he finally said, "Yes, no, I'm simply poor and...I'm proud of it."

With a smirk on her face. "Already tired of being in the midst of the wealthy?" Another chipped in. While I payed no attention to them, and carried on eating my candy. "You can take the pauper out of poverty, but you can't take poverty out of pauper." The last one intoned. I saw from the morrow that she was fair in complexion, and short. Yet, I still kept my mouth shut. So not in the mood to exchange words with them. "You think sucking the dick of the man, would make you occupy the position of his late wife?" The dark skinned one directed this statement to me, as she came to stand on my side.

he asked, and I smiled, staring right at the camera. “You,” I said without hesitation. “Interesting,” he responded. “So tell me, human. How do you plan on using me to get these desires of yours?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes. Rich people were always weird like that, thinking they were better than everyone else. Human? I guess if you’re rich, you have to see yourself as higher than the poor people. I mean, he was clearly above laws and stuff, so he probably saw himself as a god.