روايات وقصص ضمن Padre Rico Hijo Pobre

“Shut the fuck up, you two! Not so loud—jesus, the whole campus doesn’t need to know I got railed by my boyfriend’s dad!” Zia finally stopped jumping, but her grin was huge, eyes sparkling like she’d just won the lottery as she leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper-shout that was still way too excited. “Jeez, girl—fucking hell! You took a matured dick in your pussy? Like, full-on daddy dick from Professor Adrian? Tell us—does he fuck better than Lucian? Come on, spill! Is it bigger? Rougher? Did he make you cum harder than his son ever could? Fuck, this is gold—give us the deets!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said. But you have to help me. I can’t let them take Chiara. You have connections. Make a call. Please!” He was on his knees again. I should have felt triumph. I felt nothing but a deep, weary disgust. “She killed your father,” I stated, each word a stone. “And you want to save her.” He bit his lip, tears welling again. “I know… but I can’t just abandon her! What happened to my father… it’s done! What am I supposed to do?” He was morally bankrupt. Incapable of real loyalty, real love, or even real hate.

I chewed the apple and said, a little muffled, "Yeah, sounds great. Is Dad paying?" My father, who had just walked by, shouted, "Of course. Buy whatever you want. If it makes you happy, I'll buy the whole auction house." See? This was life in a wealthy family. Simple and, honestly, a little boring. Sure, every now and then, some clueless idiot would show up and try to stir things up. But as long as we stuck together, nothing could really touch us. After all, we were a happy, loving family.

"Can you still handle playing the role of a poor guy from the slums? Or are you finally ready to give up and come back to your real life?" The beautiful woman sitting next to Liam, whose name was Chloe, laughed softly. "Yeah, Liam. I had to drive all the way near that dirty neighborhood just to pick you up. I can't believe you've lasted this many months living in a place like that. And with a spoiled girl, too." "That's right, bro," Vincent added, laughing out loud. "Just give up already. Admit that you can't survive without your millions. Save yourself the trouble, pay us five million pesos each, and let's end this stupid bet right now. Your suffering can finally be over."

She seized our stepfather's hand and declared, "Mom, Dad, I want to be with you!" I, however, ran behind my grandfather and clutched his calloused hand. Across from me, Phoebe curled her lips into a mocking smile. I knew then—she must have been reborn, too. In our previous life, after Father died, we had faced this same choice. Phoebe had overheard at the funeral that Grandpa was a wealthy antique collector, so she chose him without hesitation. Before leaving, she even raised her chin proudly and sneered at me, "Soon I'll be enjoying life with Grandpa. As for you, just wait—you'll be stuck babysitting for our stepdad like some lowly servant."

Grandpa asked this time "Family?" Dad asked nervously "Well, he's not from a rich family like ours. His parents were a little bit rich when they were alive so they left some properties for him. He's trying to build his own company now" Dad lied Wow! I never knew my Dad was a great liar, how is he able to lie smoothly like this? "What's his family name?" Grandpa asked again "Uhhm! It's..... Rodriguez" Dad said after a while "It's a nice name. Besides, that family was once the richest family in America. I don't know if it's the same Rodriguez though" Grandma said

“My dad made sure we had first-class tickets to make up for us not being able to go in the private jet with him.” I quickly gather my bags and follow her to the counter, pretending like I know what the fuck I’m doing. Adriana is used to all this money, but I grew up in a family where both parents worked and we still struggled with money on many occasions. Adriana and her dad don’t act stuck up. You’d never know Mr. Rodriguez was so ridiculously wealthy just by hanging around him. He’s very down-to-earth and nice, not to mention incredibly sexy.

All I could do was keep dreaming and wishing he would acknowledge that someone he sees as a scumbag is madly in love with him. Then I felt it was so wrong to be craving something I cannot have. Judging from his background, they are among the top one percent richest people in the country. Imagining a nobody like me, whose father keeps calling a mistake, whose father hated me so much. I was from a poor home; poverty was actually my surname because my dad did nothing but lazy around drinking alcohol. Remembering that, my gaze fell on the drink I had in my hand. “You are ending up to become like your father,” my mind reminded me.

I wiped away the tears and looked at those standing not far behind me. Janice's cousin was there. Behind him were the boys familiar to me, mostly. Sons of the wealthiest people of the region. If not son of a politician, son of a businessman. I know because I often see it at gatherings. By the way, they are mixed with others now. My friend's cousin isn't living as wealthy as them. Although he's the son of Don Hilario Melgarejo, he's just an outcast. He is just the son of a maid and wants to be given support, his mother preferred to live simply, without the influence of the Melgarejos. So despite of his very rich ancestry, he's living opposite to us.

Mr Ricardo “Gianni my daughter, I hope you find the courage to live by the o es you hate, never did I believe you had it in you, a sacrifice of one's life to protect the ones the love, I hope the get to know what really happened, and why you had to do what you did, and it doesn't become to late. Ish my son, I sti trust in you and you haven't failed at the very least, I know you'd get them back for this inflicted pain and Daniel, hops you fight along side, making me the proudest dad in the world, although I wasn't tge best of father's, I hope you never loose strength” Mrs Fernando “It's ours finally, it's all ours son, we won at last, we outdid the Ricardo's, we outdid the weak, now its all m