Claro El Rico Humillando Al Pobre の小説・ストーリー

“What?” “Do you know all I passed through because of you? Do you know how much guilt I was in because of that reckless mistake I made? Do you?” She questioned. “No, you don't and that's why you're successful now and I still find myself under the same man that I sold my innocence and pride to,” She snickered painfully. “How ironic? I thought I could accept that this was how the world works. The rich have their way and the poor have no say. The rich oppress the poor and the poor have no one to defend them. Now that you know who I am, I don't have to hide my hatred for you any longer. I don't have to hide those pain you inflicted on me behind a smile.” She expressed.

I started, standing up from my seat to properly address them “We also know that the truth won’t matter anymore if this news gets out, and the whole world would throw stones at us. Why? Because we are rich and every rich man is said to be a blood sucking demon.” I wasn’t lying. People only think about how badly poor people are treated because of their lack of money and how much the wealthy folks exploit them, but I have seen a lot to know that inasmuch as they are not wrong, the rich also suffer bullying and trolling from these same poor people. We are either blackmailed or stolen from, or lied about. People even create stories and turn them into reality, turning us out to be bullies who only

The two guys are both good-looking, and I think the one with curly hair looks like… looks like… a dream. I was still thinking about who the man with the messy hair looked like when I saw the fat man raise his hand and hit the old one with a slap. I gasped. How nasty that man is! Earlier, he insulted and humiliated the older man, but the latter, who was poor and old, didn't fight back and kept seeking an apology. How could that fat guy be cruel like that?! How could he hit the weak older man?! I pursed my lips in anger. I hate people with that attitude the chubby one has. A very arrogant one. Being rich made him think he had power over the poor.

"You see darling, your father did not understand that gambling isn't for the poor and wretched but only for the rich who have enough money to lose. You poor people should stop getting hopes that you'll make it big from the rich, nah, it doesn't work that way. You don't get to have it easy; you have to strive and suffer for it." He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary."

"You're always living in your futile, vain dreams. What's so great about a borrowed car or villa? Yet you insist on showing off your false wealth. How absurd. I can’t believe I was cursed to marry you." Lana said hatefully, "That's right. You see his true colors now, don’t you? He's just a fool who pretends to be rich even though he doesn't have money. He’s the bottom of the barrel, the worst of the worst. He doesn't deserve any pity.

“Why do you think that?” Clarita snorted lazily and said, “Isn't that a trick of rich men like you, sir? Helping weak women like me, coming like a hero, making them feel like they owe you a favor, and then asking for payment by being served in bed? After that? You will throw away women like dirty laundry.” “Wouldn't dirty clothes be washed and used again?” said Atma, not wanting to lose. "That's right, and when the clothes are worn out, you will throw them away and replace them with new ones. That's the wheel of life in bed for a CEO like you, sir." Clarita replied sarcastically.

"People from wealthy backgrounds who fall from grace can have twisted minds. Now she's stealing for money!" The mocking and contemptuous gazes made Clark feel utterly humiliated. He turned a cold stare toward Nyla.

Zoe was confident that with the right amount of money, she could achieve her goal. Ivy burst into hearty laughter at Zoe’s arrogant declaration. Zoe had just done something incredibly foolish by thinking she could win Ivy over with money. How pitiful. She believed that being wealthier made her superior, but in reality, she knew nothing at all. What irritated Ivy the most was the way rich people always looked down on others, assuming they could use their wealth to humiliate the less fortunate, treating them like playthings to be bought and controlled. Ivy despised that mindset. "What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?" Zoe snapped, clearly irritated by Ivy’s reaction, feeling as though she

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

If you are so desperate to know if we can afford it, why not follow us to make the payment instead of making assumptions while standing here, Juliana fired at her, her voice loud and clear. You all must be crazy to think I will follow smelling paupers like you who are only bragging about being rich, she said, face showing disgust. The clothes you put on say it all. Her hands raised the tip of our clothes like it was some kind of dirt while she walked around scanning how much we were worth. Enough with your banters, I yelled, stepping forward. You can insult me all you want but do not even dare do that with my sister. Finally, the so called billionaire that can buy my entire generation is a s