Novels About Rich Families Novels & Stories

Their family was also invited. Esther absent-mindedly played with her food, and when she heard her Aunt's words, she subconsciously turned to the direction she was pointing. "Didn't you mention you made friends with Mrs. Albrecht?" Her Aunt asked her. Esther dropped her gaze and smiled half-heartedly. "Yeah," The middle-aged woman looked at the bride once again and whispered to her niece. "You're lucky you were able to be close to her. It's not easy to mix with people of this caliber," She was also a woman who entered high society through marriage, and she knew how hard it was to please the ladies of crazy rich families.

A second later, the cold, untouchable CEO quietly put on a pair of gloves and got to work cracking crab legs. The livestream exploded. Millions of people tuned in to watch the richest family eating at a local seafood joint. [I'm dying. So this is the family hierarchy at home. Even the richest guy isn't on top!] [Poor Ethan. Juliet is clearly the favorite.] [This family is insanely good-looking. The vibe is unreal.] [If that fake heiress saw this, she'd probably lose it in her cell.] Three months later, Laurel's sentence was handed down. Because of the large amount involved, along with fraud and public disturbance, she received eight years. Rumor had it that she cried until she passed out in

“You’re joking, right, Lola? He’s a trust-fund kid! Y’know, with rich-*ss parents and whatnot? There’s no way someone like that would be coming here with a scooter like some broke *ss. You’re joking!” “Yea, I ain’t falling for this one, mate. Zayn was the richest guy in class back then! He came to school in his luxury car driven by his butler like he’s the goddamned son of Bruce Wayne! He’s 100% a different class from us peasants.” “But! But, hear me out, it’s not like family wealth could go on forever, right? There are a boatload of rich social elites folding their businesses because they couldn’t run it. Some even managed to spend all of their fortune and inheritance within a few years!”

I was really hopping that we would make friends there and meet other rich people. Although my family were rich, our family weren’t friends with the “rich” people. Rich people like the billionaires and those who were invited to this kind of party that Pietro and I will be attending, holds themselves in a different level from us. If there are rich people, then there are also the rich rich people. There are people who calls themselves “old money” and people who are considered the Nouveau Rich. You can’t be rich just because you have money. Where your money comes from, your reputation and your connections are also important.

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.

And I'm so glad I did. I've never worked as a maid before and I've never worked for such rich people before. The Calloways are the richest family in New York. I've heard their mansion is like something out of a fairytale, that their doors are made of gold and their staircases spiral into the sky.

Emma widened her eyes, her expression filled with astonishment. "Dad, Mom, I received over two million dollars!" Emma handed the mobile phone to Mrs. Brebeca to see. Mrs. Brebeca hastily took it and looked at the message on Emma's mobile phone. After reading it, she raised her head, looking at me with an incredulous gaze. "Why do you have so much money? Did you steal or rob?" she asked. "Neither stealing nor robbing!" I replied. "If you didn't steal or rob, then how can someone as poor as you have so much money?" Mrs. Brebeca interrogated.

To be honest, she was still confused by everything that had been happening—things she couldn’t wrap her mind around, no matter how hard she tried. Leah rolled her eyes in disbelief and stared at her. “Do you have any idea how rich the Collins family is, both inside and outside the country?” Leah asked, her voice filled with awe. Nicole just shook her head, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling. “Gosh, you’re hopeless, besh,” Leah said dramatically. “I mean, I see them on the news, read about them in tabloids, and everywhere else. They’re known as one of the wealthiest families, and what you’re telling me now means that you, Nicole, the poor girl mistreated by your treacherous aunt and th

Noah's invitation caught me off guard. The only ball I had ever attended was my graduation party. Even though I am blessed and part of a wealthy family with good financial resources, we weren't part of Spanish high society. As the CEO of a large company, my father was sometimes invited to these events, but I never attended because I was too young. Noah's family, however, breathes this life. My quick research showed me that their money is what we call "old money" — accumulated over generations — and they circulate among the large hospital they own, a hotel chain, and other real estate investments. Always arranging marriages between heirs from families of the same reality.