Novel & Cerita Padre Rico Hijo Pobre

Well, she's confident with me because I already look like a lady and not a child anymore. One week had passed. Jackson is going to the bakeshop almost everyday to buy some breads. One day, he asked for my phone number. I happily gave it to him because I want to have a new friends. We became friends and he told me that he is just a child of a family driver and a maid. His parents were staying in their Master's mansion for a long time and he was born there. He grew up like a child of a rich family, but the truth is, he is just a son of a servants.

"You see darling, your father did not understand that gambling isn't for the poor and wretched but only for the rich who have enough money to lose. You poor people should stop getting hopes that you'll make it big from the rich, nah, it doesn't work that way. You don't get to have it easy; you have to strive and suffer for it." He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary."

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.

“You think that I am that stupid huh Rico , you think that l don’t know when you lie , for goodness sake , I am your father , you behave like you are talking to an old man who was never a youth , i wouldn’t want to go far with this but I want to let you know that you don’t have to lie to your father , I know that Lena is pregnant and that’s a very good and welcomed news regarding the fact that this is exactly what I have been praying for “ his dad said . I didn’t know if I do his feel supported by this man but the look on Rico face made me feel otherwise , he looked like he was going to kill his father for what he had just said and I wished that I was never here to watch all that was happeni

Upon arriving here, she has shaken up to the image of her son. Now, she tells himhim about her plan. In response, her son is getting hot under the collar to his mother due to the unfulfilled promise that she has not fulfilled it until now. To that, Marta is asking an apology to her son. Moving forward, she has explicated on him; the family of the victim is not destitute but well-to do family. To that, Andro is still getting arm an up to his mother. Instead, they will be having a whale of time to each other. In fact, they are making a mountain to each other. Here, Marta did not stay longer, since her son has forced her to get out.

He said, not believing what I said. I smirked. Screw it. Screw the rich people. I had enough of this world and for people like him who think highly of themselves. Rich people think the world is about money. They think they can always get what they want. They are too driven by greed. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. I’m tired of this damn system. “Everything can be bought with money! I can even buy your whole life! Just stay away from my son!” I clicked my tongue, now smirking. “Tsk, you’re just getting desperate now knowing your son only listens to me,” I said. “I feel pity for you.”

The old nanny asked. "In that room where my mom was always there," Justin said. "Okay…" the nanny said and sighed. "Your father was the kind of person who would say this to me, there was no difference between one who was in debt and one who was too rich," the old nanny said. "What does that mean?" Justin asked. "One day, he said to me, what are the similarities between a very rich man and a poor man?" The old nanny asked. "What is it?" Justin asked.

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

he said, grinning before looking away. I know a glimpse of his father's background. How fucked up they are. My mom and his dad. They did human trafficking together and sold kids abroad to be a slave. They cheated on their own family and fucking have the guts to call their children 'children' when all along they are just disgusting pieces of shit.

his dad questioned. "You can't just restrict me, Dad. I'm not some kid or something" Richard gritted out, his patience running out. But the man chuckled, "You are right, Richard. You are not 'some' kid. But you should also know that this family is not 'some' family. We are a mafia family and we are ruthless. Anything we don't agree with disappears. You are lucky that you are my son that is the only reason why you are still standing here alive. If it's some other kid, a bullet would have passed through their skull uncountable times now," he said as his eyes flickered with some ruthless glint.