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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

I ask. "My father worked very hard.He was paid cents working for greedy men Just like your dad. Who wants to get rich alone. They actually don't care about tge lower class people. They are getting richer and richer while tge lower class gets poorer abx poorer. My father woke up at 4am to catch the 5am bus to drop him off at the station. He caught a bus to the factories where he worked the whole day and came back late at night. He would leave why we are asleep and come back when we are asleep,"she says with tears filling her eyes.

She had been fourteen when her father sold her future. The debt wasn’t spoken of in detail, but whispers floated through their narrow streets. Her father, Miguel Rivera, had borrowed heavily from a wealthy landowner, a man whose hands were already stained with too many lives. Don Isandro was his name older than her grandfather, with wives scattered across houses like trophies, children who barely knew each other’s names. The night her father told her, Elena remembered the way the lamplight trembled against the cracked plaster walls. His face looked older than it should have, his shoulders slumped under burdens she couldn’t yet understand.

she placed her hand on the boy's shoulder, staring at him with remorseful eyes, "the chasm between the rich and the poor in the world we live in, is insurmountable." "Mostly, rich marry rich and poor marries poor. That is the widely believed balance. Anything other than that is either seen as a charity case, or going below standards." She explained to the boy, "Now, we do not want to become charity cases to anyone, and that is why mommy is always working." "But we are not poor, Mommy, are we?" The boy asked her, after assimilating all she has said, "The lease on the cafe has been paid in advance and you did not take any loan for the house, therefore, no mortgage to be paid. So, we aren't poo

It felt… reflective, as though we were both thinking about things we weren’t ready to say aloud. “What are you thinking about?” I asked before I could stop myself. Leonardo glanced at me, his gaze steady. “That maybe you’re right. About books. They tell you more about people than you think.” “And what does Rich Dad, Poor Dad say about you?” I asked. “That I’m practical. Maybe too much,” he admitted. “And what does Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don say about me?” A flicker of amusement returned to his eyes. “That you believe in impossible things.”

That's why that man easily sold his own biological son just for money. “Is his bankruptcy also related to this?” Joshua asked Father who nodded. “As an elite family they don't just declare bankruptcy easily, unlike the Harding and Dhurudatta families who imitate the elite, Rudapriya is purely an elite family. It took ten years to make that man lose everything. My mistake was not blocking him openly so that he could easily borrow money and do all these things now.” Father finished his explanation. My head was spinning, on the one hand I wanted to find Shiloh immediately and on the other hand I had to think about what deal would be best for Madam Rose so that she would give Shiloh back to me.

I had graduated, too, and was starting my own branded company. I knew that David tried many times to meet my mother. The man would stand outside our door and kneel, begging my mom to forgive him. "I'm sorry, Yvonne. It's all my fault. I just made a mistake any other man would've made! Please, forgive me!" It was not easy going from riches to bags. Both David and Janice despised the poor and loved the rich; they valued money above everything else. Every time he dropped by, Mom would call for the security guard. "Guards! How could you just let a beggar in? God, he's so smelly! Throw him out."

Thea waited for Theo ahead, and Theo quickly caught up with her. A satisfied and happy smile appeared on Thea's face. "What are you thinking? You seem so happy," Theo asked softly. Thea said, "Theodore, do you know? Actually, the last time I saw my dad, I really felt sorry for him, I sympathized with him. I think he was originally born as a rich young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and now he wakes up to find himself with nothing. Can he accept himself in such poverty?"

+++++ Three days later… Rosa stood in front of her father, Jon Melendez, trembling under his furious gaze. He slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming through the room. “I didn’t send you abroad so you could disgrace this family, Rosa! Selling yourself in a club?! How dare you?!” “Dad, it’s not true! It’s all a lie—” “Don’t lie to me!” he roared, throwing a book across the room. “Do you think I’m a fool? How did I raise a daughter as shameless as you?!”

I was already on the edge of losing my mind, craving to be filled. "Come on, Dad," I thought. "Don't have mercy on me just because I look fragile and pretty. Just ravage me." However, the image of what I'd seen earlier suddenly flashed in my mind. Anthony's length was monstrous. No—I'd like to take that back! I couldn't do it. I definitely couldn't take in something so huge when I was so tight and narrow. It might even rip me apart and cause me to bleed to death right here. Then, I would contribute to the news articles tomorrow with a headline that read, "Midnight Tryst Turns Fatal: Thirsty Daughter-in-Law Ravished to Death by Father-in-Law!"