Life Of The Wealthy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

Her brows furrowed, "It sounds boring. What kind of life is that?" "I guess it's the kind of life that I quite enjoy." "I don't believe that. Surely nobody will ever dream of wasting their lives being trapped in mundane routines." "Well, for someone who spent most of his life in the streets, never having to worry about food and money again is a luxury. Now I have more than most people can amass in a lifetime, and I couldn't ask for more."

"The poor person started her search for a far better life when she realized that all the affluent person had might have been hers. She murdered her father and then his wife as she stood by and let the wealthy one come to her for comfort. She then discovered a means of eliminating both her grandmother and grandfather. Both the wealthy individual and their partner were anxious to be together, and the partner of the affluent individual aspired to take the lead. The unfortunate one aspired to be Luna too, so they effortlessly discovered a method to transfer her possessions to her partner. She then organized a fire incident and set up the wealthy one. The impoverished one made sure to be present

Elisa White nodded, "I realize that the Wealthy Class, I know it is not the same as the Wealthy Class families you and William Brich show me." "Of course. The Rich Class you had previously believed was written by a screenwriter. A real Wealthy Class family was not that stupid. The more important a family was, the more consideration they gave to the influence of their actions on society and the outside world. For example, have you ever heard of the saying "Be rich and cruel? " "Yes." "Why is there such an idiom for cruel and not for "poor"? " Elisa White looked at Britany Santos silently.

I didn't want him to see that he got to me so much. He made bold strides into my home, his judging eyes scanning every nook and cranny. He was probably thinking about how cranky and old this place was compared to the mansion and exotic buildings he was used to. Shawn Blackwell was a man that had never known poverty or suffering in his life. His father was already a made billionaire before they gave birth to him so he was born with a silver spoon encrusted with expensive diamonds. "Nice place" he said, after his careful inspection.

“That is exactly what I wanted. I did not want to bring you into the old life—the one where everything was about status and appearances. I wanted us to build something new, something that belongs only to us.” “I know,” I said, squeezing his hand. “And we have. This is not a home built on wealth or title. It is built on truth, respect, and the choice to be together.” People often spoke of wealth as if it were only gold and land and fine things. But living this way, I began to understand that there was another kind of wealth—one that could not be bought or counted.

At that moment, Veronica, who was still in a daze on the side of the road, was startled by the ringing of her mobile phone. As she raised her phone, she saw Xavier’s name pop up on the screen. “Roni, didn’t you say that you’d buy me dinner? What, now? Are you going back on your words?” On the other end of the phone rang Xavier’s mocking voice. Even through the phone, she could also feel Xavier’s carefree and refreshing nature. For that split second, she envied Xavier. She envied him for coming from a wealthy family. Even if he was ridiculed by everyone, he could still live his own life and do whatever he wanted.

I laughed through my tears, then cried through my laughter. The luxury car, the villa, and the title of the world's wealthiest person. If only they had looked beyond their greed and seen the world outside, maybe things would have been different. But at that moment, I didn't care anymore. I had a Michelin-starred chef prepare a premium steak for me, and the champions of the World Model Competition even made my bed. Then, I soaked in a bathtub filled with 1982 Lafite. This was the life of the wealthiest person in the world—simple and unpretentious.

I guess such queries as the one he just posed at me, are meant for poor desperate exes seen in rags, who wouldn’t mind pleading to be towed back from the shit fate got them out of. “Life had been good, with the stress of being wealthy and having a lot of staff’” I said, intending to make him understand that the least thing I ever do the good of thinking of is him. Good lord, that’s harsh though, but life made me harsh, I wasn’t born a jezebel. “Good sad news. Those things you said now make life difficult and stressful.” He sniffed. I shrank into the sofa, and kept mute, to have him explain what makes life good if being wealthy doesn’t make it soft and good for mankind.

“How could anyone live in an apartment building and still be wealthy? And besides, you’re always working so hard. You’re nothing like the rich families on TV.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Oh? What’s the difference?” “On TV, rich people don’t work. They’re always fighting over family property, finding illegitimate children, or beating up mistresses.” She started recounting all the melodramatic TV shows she’d watched. “But nothing like that happens to us. Sir, you go to work every day, and your family is so warm and friendly. Not at all like the wealthy families on TV where brothers turn on each other over inheritances. I mean, who gets married to a random stranger, and then that str