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“At least it’s my hard-earned money. I worked for it.” I scoffed. “And I didn’t work for mine?” “There’s a difference between working for what’s yours and simply being born into it.” "If I was nice," I continued, ignoring her jab, "I wouldn’t be where I am." She shook her head. “You’ve gotten to where you are… and that’s why you’re alone, Christian.” "Pfft." I laughed, cold and sharp. “Says the one who has only one friend and a sad little life.”

When he finally thought he was qualified to stand by Calla's side, she already had a fiancé. Just as he was lamenting that he had grown up too late, his parents revealed that the family was actually very wealthy. The revelation devastated him all over again. He was utterly crushed. If he had known his family was so wealthy earlier, he could have helped Calla years sooner. Yet he completely missed his chance with Calla and had to watch her become that scumbag's wife. Later, he thought that perhaps it was fortunate his family had pretended to be poor. Otherwise, he would not have been bullied and would never have met Calla.

Lucille commented. "It is impossible for a billionaire to be in that kind of bar! That is not a high end bar unlike those ones in the city! Well, maybe there are some businessmen but those with round stomach and and bald old man!" Nessa laughed hardly. "You never know the circumstances! A billionaire who's as handsome as Rael." Lucille sighed deeply. "But that is very impossible. A perfect man only exists in movies and books. Why was Rael born poor?! He is so hot but he has no money!"

Families were broken, and fathers and husbands were robbed from their children and wives. “Hehe.” Noir finished another pint of beer. He scoffed and said, “Euphemistically speaking, the rich people are here to make the economy thrive; in real terms, they are just blood-sucking leeches plundering and oppressing the weak. Most of them grew in size through illegal means, and only then did they switch to the good sides.” He got so angry in the end that he did not want to continue the topic. “Andy, what should I do with the money?”

“Or was. The bad-boy billionaire was here in my house, sticking his tongue down her throat. They were dating, Thomas. I'm not lying." "Finally. You've used the right word," I droned from where I lounged on the couch. "Were." Tommy strode over, handing me a mug of coffee. "You were dating a Nelson?" I took the mug. "Briefly." He reoccupied his position next to me. "So what happened?" "Oh, you know…" My shoulders rose in a shrug. "The rich and the poor don't blend well. Each always end up with their own their kind."

“You don't go to school, but you are knowledgeable. But what do you expect in such a chaotic time? Have you ever wondered why the Hiddleston’s are so rich?" Mia looks at him, saying firmly: “One is because your family is so good and knows how to seize the moment. Second, exploiting the poor to enrich themselves.” Not only is Malcolm not angry, but he also agrees with the girl. He replies while smiling. “Yes, it is true that there are two factors like you say. That's how life works, too. Nothing is fair. So is human life. The rich always have priority over the poor, that's the rule!"

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?”

"It would be so much easier if you just went out there and told them that the romours are true." "What?" "Yes, Christian. Tell them straight on that you suffered it and that it's gone now. Afterall it is gone, I've not really heard you struggle with it for some days now." He looked at me, really stared like what I was saying was foolish and at the moment, I did feel foolish. Of course I wouldn't know how being rich worked. He was the one who was born into it and I was sure they had gone through something like this before. So many things were involved with being rich. Your life no longer belonged to you alone, but to the wolves outside who only wanted to make some money and put food on their

There is always a saying that states the richest man barely uses his money because he does not find any use to flaunt his wealth and that is how he stays rich; while the poorest man would use what little he has to portray himself as rich while he stays poor because he does not save. I have also seen those memes where there would be pictures of rich celebrities dresses in cheap clothes while the poor people are dressed in the most expensive clothes you could find. Below the pictures would be a question asking for the reader to pick out the rich person from the poor person. The rich person in the picture would usually be someone who is known among the masses while the poor person would usually

After the fiasco at the rehearsal dinner, I retreated to my room as fast as my legs could carry me. I sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the scenario over and over. The problems of the rich weren't that different from the poor, really—cheating, resentment, and greed—it was just wrapped in more expensive packaging.