Novel & Cerita Poor Little Rich

, Richard replied and smiled at Emily, who only rolled her eyes at him. She couldn’t understand why rich people never failed to show up whenever they could. The people who had left were deprived the right to spend time at the park just because a billionaire showed up and waved them off with money. “Why is your mood that way?” Richard asked when he observed that Emily had turned silent suddenly. She took in a deep breath and turned to give him a reply. “I’m just tired of what you rich people do. You always find a way to trample on those that are poor in the society”, Emily complained bitterly, while Richard opened his mouth in surprise.

“You don't go to school, but you are knowledgeable. But what do you expect in such a chaotic time? Have you ever wondered why the Hiddleston’s are so rich?" Mia looks at him, saying firmly: “One is because your family is so good and knows how to seize the moment. Second, exploiting the poor to enrich themselves.” Not only is Malcolm not angry, but he also agrees with the girl. He replies while smiling. “Yes, it is true that there are two factors like you say. That's how life works, too. Nothing is fair. So is human life. The rich always have priority over the poor, that's the rule!"

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 couldn't believe that being rich was also a huge threat to a person's life. "Being poor or unsuccessful is the worse thing that can happen to anyone" he said. "At least they have peace of mind, something that you don't, they have their freedom and no enemies" I rolled my eyes. "Poor people would give anything just to be where I am today, the bigger you are, the more enemies you have, besides no one said poor people don't have enemies" he said. I chuckled "well I don't have enemies..." He laughed. I stared surprisingly at him "I'm serious I have no enemies Mr.Chancy."

Soon, that netizen replied. “Wasn’t I just telling the truth? Rich people ought to donate more money to look after the poor…” “It’s not wrong for rich people to look after the poor, but that doesn’t mean one can’t buy anything just to look after the poor, does it?” Jenny Armstrong replied. “Hehehe… Rich people can buy stuff, but they should buy something cheaper and contribute the rest of their money to society,” High-class Wretched Man replied.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

He grew up like a child of a rich family, but the truth is, he is just a son of a servants. Sometimes we go out to stroll after my work. We are now sitting in the bench at the City's plaza. "Really? You will be studying in Vida Elegante Akademya too?" Jackson asked me. "Yeah, I already enrolled there and passed the scholarship exam. I'm a third year student too," I happily replied. "That's cool!" He exclaimed and his eyes were full of happiness and excitement. "How I wish that we will have the same section and become classmates. You know, I don't have much friends there because all the students there came from rich families," he said.

In debt, No more expensive cars, No more expensive spending, no more servants. All my life I had lived rich and now I was actually going to be that disgusting word POOR. My brain not being able to take all this in, I fainted right on the spot.

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

" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that! Kevin grew even more triggered when he caught the cold fury in my eyes. He flew into a rage as he spat, "Did you think that someone would suddenly barge in and save you, you little mongrel? "Only poor, dirty rats like you would believe in rags-to-riches fairytales. Don't you love acting pitiful? I'm going to give you something to actually be pitiful about!" He then raised the hammer in the air once more, aiming for my good leg next.