Novel The Richest Poor Novels & Stories

Just because you're poor doesn't mean you can steal and blackmail. No one's money came easily. People only saw the surface glamour without knowing the effort behind it. Jack lay weakly on the ground, laughing bitterly, which soon turned into sobs. "In the end, it's because you rich people are selfish. You have so much wealth. Why can't you spare a bit for us? You don't know how hard our lives are." Haley scoffed, "Are we your parents? Why should we give you our hard-earned money?"

He grew up like a child of a rich family, but the truth is, he is just a son of a servants. Sometimes we go out to stroll after my work. We are now sitting in the bench at the City's plaza. "Really? You will be studying in Vida Elegante Akademya too?" Jackson asked me. "Yeah, I already enrolled there and passed the scholarship exam. I'm a third year student too," I happily replied. "That's cool!" He exclaimed and his eyes were full of happiness and excitement. "How I wish that we will have the same section and become classmates. You know, I don't have much friends there because all the students there came from rich families," he said.

“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!”

I was getting pissed. "And who gave you the right to talk about them like that?just because you're rich doesn't mean you should go about talking shit about people. I think they work as hard as we do, they're are just quite unfortunate not to have the same luck. They aren't lazy asses, they work tremendously to fend for themselves and let me tell you one thing..poor people are the happiest,they live freely unlike us who live in the fair of being kidnapped or attacked by robbers,we put up so many securities just to stay safe while they wander around in the streets freely. They live in small homes while we live in big houses. Houses, that's just where we live. We don't have homes. Many of we ri

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.

Immediately, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere I had created, I turned a bit embarrassed to my younger brother, who was interested in nothing but devouring those chicken spaghetti as soon as possible. "How are your classes, Ryan?" I asked. "At that stupid university, there are only rich kids, but it's bearable," he grumbled, frowning with annoyance at the Jackson University atmosphere, which was a daily routine. I had also had to deal with it and understood it perfectly; however, along the way, I had encountered good people like Nia or one or two of my classmates, who despite being from families swimming in money, sometimes managed to be humble when they felt like it.

Even Alicia’s master bedroom can’t match the room. “Hey brother, this will be your room from now onwards. Please settle in and relax a bit. Later, we will go and buy you clothes. You need a whole new cabinet. I will leave you to get acquainted with your room” Dan explained to him. Josh thanked him and he left. Josh kept wondering how all over sudden his life has changed from humiliation and divorce to being a billionaire. In the afternoon, Dan and Josh went out in one of his flashy cars to shop for the new clothes. They packed outside one of the high-end shopping malls with VIP services. West end mall is one of the biggest malls in the city that most rich families go to shop.

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 "

she asked sneeringly as she waved around the air above her head. “Actually, Ms Judgey-Pants,” he mocked her, “I have. Everything you see around you is of my own blood, sweat and tears. I grew up in poverty in Italy as an orphan. I emigrated to America as a young teen with the singular goal of making a life for myself and I did. I know what it is like to have nothing, to go to bed with a hungry belly and to wake with an even hungrier one. I know how it feels to wonder whether I would find shelter for sleep and whether I would even be able to sleep lest someone try to molest or rob me while I rested. Unlike Ares Winter whose mommy and daddy pandered to his every whim and made him CEO of the fa

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.