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“Wait a minute.” I suddenly realized. “If your dad is super rich, why don’t I go and tell him I’m pregnant with his baby? Wouldn’t I be reaping benefits?” My son laughed at my stupidity. [If my dad is super rich, do you think he lacks women?] [Stop watching those unrealistic soap operas about domineering CEOs falling in love with you!] [If you go over right now and tell him you’re pregnant, how do you prove that I’m his? One simple trick and I’m done for!]

I asked my father-in-law to tell me the name of the company but he claimed he wasn't aware of who they are as the company had insisted to remain anonymous and they couldn't afford to lose the deal they had with them. As I watched the palettes of rainfall on my window, I wondered who I had offended in the past that was intent on destroying me. Just then Sophie's low life of a husband passed by, he was a complete scum of the earth, but I would not lie, lately, he looked different, there seemed to be a power surge around him. He looked more athletic and had a powerful gait in his steps. Freeloader the word screamed in my head, and that was exactly what he was, eating our food and completely rel

I told him it was a bad idea, but he wouldn’t listen. “Ricardo, this family is going to be all yours one day. You have to help me make it the richest one in the world. Remember, boy, money is power and power is—” “It’s everything. I know, papa. I’ll look into it and see what we can do legally.”

I kissed him, hoping he'd understand what I was saying. "I could get you job, whatever job you want. My father-" "Your father is a rich and powerful man, however, I don't think I could ever work for him." I laughed at the thought, it was absurd. Peter father was Craig David the richest man in city, how he accumulated his wealth remained a mystery to me, one that I hoped Peter would eventually reveal, but getting a job through him was like asking to be called a gold digger. I needed to fend for myself.

Maybe in her words, Rebecca was going to find her way as well. “Rud, why don’t you want Daniel to be rich?” asked Rebecca also extremely curious. “Men become bad when they have money, and I don’t want my father to become a bad man. I don’t him to become worse than him,” replied Rud pursing his mouth and said, “Yesterday that we went to buy chicken, that place was full of bad people, and I don’t like it! My father is a good daddy, I don’t want him to change.”

Sophie's mom asked, "That man that looks retched, that suffering Is written on his forehead, the man that poverty Is smelling all over his body" Sophie's dad said, "don't you see that covetousness has taken over his life, and he's coming to take over my business just like that In the name of son In law" Sophie's dad said, "If you have a problem with my daughter getting along with a man that's Interested In her, then, I will tell her to leave your job and face her life" her mom said,

I walk into my door, I slowly open the door to peep and I shut the door and I open the door slowly again and peep again and he was the one, he was cold and I was like "Only God knew what issue he had with his parents and I thought again Rich people and their kids,I trust we that we come from poor home , we dear not even behave that way except you have your money that some things wil be overlooked when I said money, I dont mean some thousands that would begin to make someone feel big, I mean real money ike millions or you dare not even get angy because by the tine two hot slaps would had sounded on your face then you will learn to respect your parents again even with your money, you dare not

She had spoiled her only son so much that if he had been born during the old times when boys were preferred over girls, her daughter would be suffering now. "That's great, and keep in mind that most of the wealthy people you see out there started somewhere. Some were very poor, but through hard work, they have made it to where they are now. At the same time, many wealthy people have lost everything and become impoverished suddenly. So, child, don't slack off; work extra hard every single second!" Felix bowed seriously and said, "Yes, Mommy. I promise to work hard and make you proud." Grandpa John happened to overhear this talk and felt his admiration for the madam grow even stronger. He had

Both held out feeble hands, asking for a donation so they could live. “Por favour. Por favour,” they screeched in unison. Father sympathetically looked down at one and handed him a hundred peso note. The second beggar gawped at the charity and redoubled his entreaties, hands flailing for the generosity of this great man. Father once again looked concerned, then kicked the second beggar in the head. Blood and teeth fell out of the man’s face. Father stooped back into the car and told the driver to continue on.

Eventually, they both got married — to two very different types of men. My dad — rest his soul — was a kind, sensitive, hardworking man... but poor. Brian’s father, on the other hand, was wealthy,irresponsible, and — let’s be honest — a complete bastard. The kind of man who thought it was perfectly fine to raise his hand against a woman.