Padre Rico Hijo Pobre นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

It's okay as long as there's money, but if it's a poor person, it's a big sin. "If a rich man got me pregnant, is it okay? If it's the son of one of your friends, is it okay? It's okay to bear a child as long as you come from a famous or rich family? Is that so, Mom?” I asked hesitantly, causing his grip on me to loosen a little. "Is money really so important to you that you forget where you started? Ma, I'm just reminding you, you were also poor then." I gently took his hand that was holding my arm and lowered it before facing him properly. "I know the story of your life because Grandma told me. You have also experienced munching on salt to fill your stomach. So now you are trauma

Aindrea butted in, correcting him. She expected her words to hit sour nerve since it was a general knowledge Ryker came from a very poor background. His father had cheated on his mother and the duo split up. Ryker's mother got no share out of his father's wealth, hence, the duo lived in abject poverty until her death. His father on the other hand remarried and is until date living his best life unaware that his son is alive somewhere. "Oh, it's too early for you to get emotional, Ryker." Aindrea chuckled when she didn't get a response from him.

I’m not sure if I'm ready to hear the truth, but I know I can't handle any more lies. "I’m sorry." He releases a heavy sigh. Tears roll down my cheek and as I open my mouth to speak I clasp it shut. I don’t know what to say to Richie. I just don't know. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of emotions and I can't find my way back to the surface. "Why?" I feel my throat closing up Richie looks at me with sadness in his eyes. He looks like he is about to speak but before he could, Papa races him to it "Because he is my son and he does exactly what I tell him to do," Papa says standing next to Richie.

The voice sounded to me like that of Bryan which immediately increased my anger issue that time. " You have the luck that you have a rich dad " I answered immediately with a long hiss to him. " Daughter of a bastard that came out of a poor home" I immediately cried deep within me as I heard those loud insults from Bryan. Just because of poverty and bankruptcy I just sold myself as a deal for the billionaire.

Haley frowned slightly, then sneered, "Jack, you really have the nerve to ask for millions? Why don't you just rob a bank?" "You don't understand!" Jack's eyes were red with hatred. "I grew up poor, in a small town. When the town was flooded, my dad went out in the rain to find food for us and never came back. My mom and I have suffered so much. When she got sick, we couldn't afford the surgery, and she died. "You rich people can't understand the suffering of the poor!" Seeing him struggle to attack Haley, Dean kicked him hard. "Stay down! Just because you're poor doesn't mean you can steal and blackmail."

" I bit my lower lip and they laid down the check with no place, just a signature. "Do we need to put some pressure on you so you can eat the money we gave you?" Mrs. Montezur said, but we were stunned by my mom's food at the table, reading the check, and my mother looked at the couple. "I didn't know that there was a rich man like you, I didn't have the right to question your child raising a way, but you are the reflection of how you cultivate the child, and even That's billions, my son won't accept your money." Mama said and walked behind Papa.

The room stilled, every eye on him. “This would never have come to this if Ponce had not been consumed by greed. He could have asked for his rightful share, and he would have had a family. But instead, he chose vengeance.” Andres’ gaze locked on Ponce, his tone sharp, merciless. “You are not just an enemy of this company. You are blood. The son of Joaquin’s father, born of another woman he abandoned. You were left to suffer with your mother, who died because she had no means for treatment. You were passed from house to house, abused by relatives, until a distant aunt took pity on you. You were brilliant, Ponce. You could have built something of your own. But you let hatred consume you. You s

Her father was sitting on the wooden chair in the living room, his hands under his jaw, when she cheerfully gave him the news. He seems displeased with his daughter's most recent achievement. This two-bedroom semi-detached cottage was in Old Heavens, a neighbourhood in California known as the trenches. Even with the low cost of living, Alejandro and his daughter still have to make ends meet. They have been successfully held captive by poverty, which has also disposed of the locks in the deepest ocean. It was difficult for Mary and her father to buy a healthy meal. They would be unable to escape the bonds of poverty with even the meagre money she makes from the nightclub.

"Poor kid. They always say if you have a stepfather, you'll end up with a stepmother too. He was treated so horribly by his stepfather and sister. I can't believe they actually forced physical castration on him." "I feel so bad for the kid and his father. There was so much blood. I felt sick just looking at it." A chill spread through Teyana. She had no idea that Wesley and Miles had gone through so much. Miles had always been obedient and well-behaved since he was a kid, and he was meant to inherit the family business. She'd been raising him as her successor all along, even planning for him to intern at the company as soon as he finished his NCEE.