Novel & Cerita Padre Rico Hijo Pobre

"So good of you to come, Victor. You can leave us, Grinder." Grinder departed, his lingering gaze fueling the underlying tension. Despite our differences, my father and I always clashed, regardless of the subject at hand. "How many times have I asked you not to use my given name, Ricardo?" I retorted, addressing my father by his first name—a reminder of my rebellion against the outdated traditions he clung to. Ricardo Racini, a man shaped by the darkened streets of Italy, had risen from the depths of poverty and violence to reach America. But his journey had stripped him of his humanity, leaving behind only a distorted sense of family values and an insatiable thirst for revenge.

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

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

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.

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.”

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.

When I get half of my shares in the company, or whatever amount Daddy needs to rise in the industry. I'm sure it'll work, but now... I'm drunk and heartbroken... and without vitality. I know I'm in big trouble. The Monteros, on the other hand, are well-known in the industry. He has an inspiring story of success from poverty. He blazed through the industry through hard work, perseverance, and intelligence. He's a principled person and seems to have promised my father many grandchildren from me.