From Rags To Riches Stories の小説・ストーリー

Sandros' subordinate alighted from the car and helped him with the door. Sandros placed a foot on the ground before placing the other, “get the stuff.” he ordered, smoothening his crumpled shirt. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up, “Don't waste my time, Matthew.” Matthew jogged, opened up the car trunk, and pulled out the stuff. He held the suitcase protectively, checking left and right as he walked after Sandros. His master, Sandros, should be referred to as the most ruthless man in the whole city. He was cruel, heartless, and most importantly, thirsty for more wealth. He was extremely careful while making deals with people, and once his business partners made

my words were spoken from my heart. “Cara I was not always rich. I too was brought up in a small house and my parents could barely make ends meet. Just like how you dreamt of becoming a doctor and lifting your family out of poverty I decided to become a businessman and do the same. At the age of 16, I started to plan my first business, which was to make personalized products so I got a second-hand engraving machine. At the age of 17, I started engraving on request and made enough money to put myself through business school. After I’ve qualified from business school, I turned my ordinary engraving business into an elegant gift business which by surprise took of quite well. With the money that

There was a crack in her voice. Robbie shook his head. “They are not, ma’am.” Joan shook her head. “They can’t do this. They… they can’t just make such a ridiculous request,” she stated, placing the paper on the table. “Yes, we are struggling since the Kingswell project, which turned out to be a disaster, but we are still holding up,” assurance lacing her tone. She turns to her dad, who looked sad and defeated. “We still have some resources to keep us going. W—we are on the verge of bankruptcy, but we can still hold on, right, Dad?” She asked for clarity, a look of hope, but the sadness on her dad’s face told her otherwise.

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

"Interesting. So, the rumors of your rags-to-riches story were half-true." Lachlan shrugged. "A little creative spin. Americans love an underdog. And, after all, I did succeed without my father's money." He continued his tale, painting a picture of a ruthless, driven heir rebelling against his father--fighting to make his own way in the world. I was captivated by the story and the man telling it. I knew I was losing my objectivity, but there was something magnetic about the man in front of me and I seemed to be helpless before it--a piece of iron to a lodestone.

Alice's heart raced, contemplating her bold move to offer herself in marriage without meeting her future spouse, only to find herself in a surprisingly favorable situation. 'Isn't that Andrew Kingston, the famed business tycoon? Word has it that even Richie Rich can't tally up the sheer number of businesses he commands. And, as if that's not enough, he's the singular force behind Royman Productions, consistently delivering box office hits. Is he born into wealth, or is there a lucky charm in play?'