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When I saw Austin Hart again five years after my rebirth, I was momentarily lost in a daze and instinctively stepped aside. He had Stacy Deleon by the hand on one side and our eight-year-old son Clifford Hart by the other. As people at the venue noticed them, they flocked to offer compliments. No longer the reckless young man he used to be, he handled it all with practiced ease. "Mr. Hart, as the wealthiest person in Avenir now, your prospects are truly boundless. Becoming the richest person in the nation is surely just around the corner!"

He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me and began to sniff. I stood him chest to chest and said, “oh, are you going to stand there and say nothing? You don’t have anything to say right?” I asked. “I have said my mind” he completed. I shook my head and said, “the rich do whatever they want, and they do not care about the consequences of it on the poor” “so hilarious” I added. “That’s because the poor doesn't have what the rich ones have and it will take ages, centuries and even their generation to make it” he spilled out.

He had once been the richest man in the world, but now he was merely a cripple, bankrupt, and abandoned. Julian stared at Jennifer’s retreating back, consumed by jealousy as his woman intimately held another man’s arm, yet he was acutely aware that he was no longer the wealthiest. "I am no longer a rich man, and I have only just managed to stand up. The pain in my legs is excruciating, Cassandra. I was the one who made the mistake, and now I will atone for everything. If you won't love me, then it is my turn to pursue you." Julian resolved not to lose to Ricard, the rich man from a neighbouring country.

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." I manage to raise my head and look at him, "I may blame my daddy for bringing this problem to us but you see Mr. Creditor, I do not want to come to your world either. Why would we leave a peaceful world and come over to yours? Is it because of money?" I scoff before continuing, "I will rather suffer till I die, than become rich and live like you who only finds h

It was her first time to eat in a Japanese restaurant with him. "It's my first time here," she announces. Niccolo lifts his head and said, "Oh, really? You haven't eaten yet in a Japanese restaurant before?" Casey nodded slowly. "I haven't eaten yet in a Japanese restaurant. I'm poor. My mother is dead. I'm alone in life, so I couldn't experience it," she said. "You're so lucky because you were born with golden spoon on your mouth. You haven't experienced being poor. Being poor is a cursed for me, Niccolo. You're blessed while I was being cursed. We'll never be equal in this world. The rich and the poor aren't equal," she said with a grimace on her face.

He crossed the line, and to Jackson, nothing else mattered. "Speaking of inserting oneself into the life of others for a greener pasture, I have a story about that, there once lived the daughter from a family of unbounded wealth who found love in a pauper. This pauper with time had his wooden spoon replaced with a golden one, he smelled wealth and got selfish. He wanted it all. The daughter, blinded by the idea of love, fed him all of it, as much as she could to satisfy him. If only she had known he was a basket and could never get filled," with an intent stare at his father, "do you know how the pauper paid her back? Broken rips on Saturday nights, a drunken mess on Monday. A miscarriage on

The environment was cool and spacious and I fought the urge to open my mouth in awe. I had always thought that my Dad was wealthy until I met Dominic. and Nelly was a good replica of her cousin. if my Dad was rich, then Dominic was wealthy. filthy wealthy. since I met Dominic and Nelly, they haven't failed to awestruck me with their dazzling wealth and classic living. not that we were poor but this was overwhelming.

The one who squanders his brother's wealth instead of building a fortune with it. As I sank deeper into my glass, I felt that familiar spiral of rage and hopelessness. Zayn didn’t just win at life, he was born to win. It was written in the stars while I was stuck in the dirt, scrambling for scraps. The pregnancy felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.

In debt, No more expensive cars, No more expensive spending, no more servants. All my life I had lived rich and now I was actually going to be that disgusting word POOR. My brain not being able to take all this in, I fainted right on the spot.

I said in shock as my eyes fell on photographs of us having sex. “How can you live with all of your sins? You never focus on your studies because you spend all of your time at school seducing my son. What do you believe you will ever gain? He’s just using you for your body! You’ll never get to marry him! I will never allow it!” Madame Francesca started shrieking at the top of her lungs. In the world that I currently live in, being born poor was a crime. Being poor and falling in love with the rich was the worst crime. In that respect, perhaps Madame Francesca was right. My mother and I, we both fell deeply in love with the rich Rosenhalls.