Poor Little Rich Novels & Stories

“People are ruined by challenged economic lives. But they are ruined by wealth as well because they lose their pride and they lose their sense of self-worth. It’s difficult at both ends of the spectrum.” - Malcolm Gladwell This quote opens our eyes about the sad reality How hard it is for the poor to live in this cruel world Where they are treated like animals by the rich. Is it offensive that most of the time, the rich are the villains? Or is it really just how it is in our universe?

She also thought she's a gold-digger and wanted to trap her son. “I know rich people like you think that we poor people are gold-diggers and try to trap the rich man to live a luxurious life. But I'm not like them. I'm happy in my life. It's not that I don't want a luxurious life. I want but I want to earn it by my own hard work. I hope I can make a better life for myself. I can be poor but I'm not cheap. If you want to break our friendship then I will do that. But don't insult our pure friendship like this. Pardon my impudence, if my words were harsh or I was rude to you.”

"Do you think such gifts are bought by mouth? Do you think you can just wake up one day and become rich? Even if you worked and were paid a thousand dollars a month, do you think it makes you less poor? Such a nameless person claiming to be what he isn't! You are nothing but a stealer of another person's glory! "Can a pauper like you afford fake silver jewelry talk more of real gold and diamond? Look at your clothes, they are so frayed and ordinary! Are these the kind of clothes a wealthy man wears? Gosh, your big mouth will get you killed one day! Such an arrogant punk!

"You have a very modern and beautiful cell phone. You have to pay tribute to your choice." Moments later, she was mocking her bridal dress, mobile phone and immorality in a crowd of women. Most of the women there belonged to the upper class and even if they belonged to a middle class family, now Rich had just become like them in class and the favorite pastime of such women is to make fun of the lifestyle of poor girls.

I am starting to think that the state of lunacy that his wife put herself in has slowly begun to infect him as well. “The world isn't a bed of roses for the less privileged, Bernard, that's why the rich like me and sadly like you too oppress them over and over again until they decide to take a stand and eventually turn their lives around for good. Make no mistakes to think that they wouldn't get back on another less privileged when they climb up the ladder of success. That is the full circle moment for them or you can even call it an, I made it moment for them. It's rather too late for you now to play the poor folks’ messiah, don't you think?”. I asked him as I looked him straight in the eye

"You were a poor girl from a poor home. You had *nothing*. Uncle took you in when your parents died drowning in debt, fed you, clothed you, gave you a roof over your head. And then you got lucky—incredibly and impossibly lucky and married a billionaire. The least you can do is help your family. Or are you too good for us now?" The words were knives, each one finding its mark. *Poor girl. Nothing. Lucky.* "You should be grateful," Clara continued. "Most women would kill to be in your position. So stop being selfish and get me that dress. I'm not asking again." The call ended. I stared at the phone, my hand trembling. *Lucky.* That's what they all thought. That I'd won some cosmic lottery, tra

"You used to be so outstanding, always in the top three at school. I was in the bottom three. You rejected me, looked down on me. When you entered Halford University, I joined a gang. I still liked you back then. My gang friends laughed at me, saying I wasn't good enough for you. Times have changed. Now I'm the boss of the Royal Entertainment Night Club. My annual salary is two million. My girlfriend is a hostess who makes a million. And you? After graduating from Halford, you're just the president of a small company with a salary of less than 200,000 a year. Your husband is a courier with a salary of a few thousand a month. You can't even afford a Chanel watch! How funny!" He approached her

"Everything is beautiful, but I can't even imagine growing up in a place like this. What do people complain about over here? Like, when money isn't a problem?" "Oh, they complain about a lot. Most of it is stupid, but money isn't everything," he says, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull. Only really, really rich people say shit like that, "Believe it or not, poor people are a lot happier. When you have to make money for survival, you don't have much time to waste or spend doing a deep dive into your own mind. But when you already have money, you have no choice but to realize, maybe the sadness is something so profound it really can't be fixed with money. Sometimes is your own self, s

-Do you always come to these fancy places," I looked around the place, everything was certainly expensive and fine. -That's right, a guy like me should indulge himself, shouldn't he? That's what money is for, to enjoy it. -What would happen if one day you run out of money? I wanted to see what was behind that face. -I'd rather die than be poor, Elizabeth, I wasn't born to live in misery. What a disappointment I was, but it was not for nothing. -You mean you see me as insignificant because I am poor," I looked him in the eye.

Jolene's friends stared at Jenny in dissatisfaction. "Jolene, your sister is too much. She doesn't like a single dress from those racks. She has high standards." "That's understandable. She's never seen the finer things in life. Now that she has, she just can't get enough." Jolene smirked. "This is how poor people act when they suddenly become rich." "That's exactly it. She's gone from rags to riches." They jeered, looking at Jenny at the entrance. They all looked disdainful.