Novel & Cerita Poor To Rich

"Yeah, but you rake it in faster doing nothing. Just open your mouth and take it from our family. The future Leonhart heir spends more on a pet than that." "Shut up! Shiloh, what nonsense are you spouting? Explain it to Judy." I folded my arms, laughing. "Explain what? That we're getting a divorce so you two can play house? Or that you're not broke—yet—but give it a little time and you'll be out here recycling bottles for spare change?"

And yet - "It's very expensive to install that kind of thing," she said gently, feeling compelled to defend the glowering Mr. Lee. "Things aren't that easy. Rent is high, and inventory is expensive. Things become tighter every year." Because the rich got richer while the poor got poorer, she wanted to add, but that would sound like she was subtly damning Atlas for his part in the systemic poverty. That wasn't what she was really going for, if she could help it. "Which is why you're helping, and being compensated 'under the table' here, too?"

"I Know it is too much to ask, just coming into your life and changing the way things work and I am truly sorry about it all, I will begin with rewarding you, I'll pay you everyday that you are with me until I can discard this issue." Coming from a billionaire, I knew it wasn't impossible. "I don't want money, at least not for now. If you're going to take care of anyone, please let it be Alex." This was finally my time to pay Alex back for all he had done for me especially when all I did was get in trouble. "Fine then." He smiled, "night time, prepare yourself." He took a piece of chicken wing from the table as he took his exit, "enjoy your meal."

“7 pm then,'' Sophie said and left him there. She knew he was watching her until she bent to the other corner of the street. They met for coffee, which led to more dates, and soon they were engaged. Mark came from a wealthy family like Sophie, but his family lost their wealth after a wrong business move and they struggled to survive. Unknown to Sophie he already knew who she was and about her family wealth and wanted it so badly.

They could afford what they could, rather than the ploleterians. The rich, the second-rate and the poor lived very close together but they rarely visited each other's territory. The proletarians' quarters were sharply separated from the sections of the city reserved for the Elites and the middle-class, uncommunicating and opposed from each other. Jobs weren't easy for the poor people in Iceland. Mostly all of the poor people were slaves in Wallace. The elites wouldn't even allow poor people to make a will. The only way poor people could do some of the things rich people do would be was by being freed.

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

Rish and Levi exchanged glances, maintaining polite expressions, but feeling hurt by the words. If they didn't want to work without sweating, they wouldn't sacrifice their money to hide that these rings are sapphire stones. But rich people and their world are always hard to please. The poor suffer while the rich enjoy, finding pleasure in others' suffering and enjoying oppression. But it's the way of the world, isn't it? The rich thrive while the poor struggle. They find pleasure in our suffering and enjoy keeping us down. It's like they don't even see us as human beings.

“Yeah, maybe. But it’s never like that with us, Zephy. You and I? We just keep getting closer. And you’re beautiful too, you know? Smarter than you let on. Maybe even more beautiful because you’re smart.” Heat crawled up my neck, and I tried to hide the blush behind a scoff. “Please. Not as smart as you, Mr. Record-Breaker. Longest equation solved in Westbridge history, remember? Two whole years and no one’s topped it yet.” He smirked. “What can I say? Some of us were born elite. We weren’t all created equal, Zephy.” “Oh my God, there goes his pride again,” I said, rolling my eyes and lightly punching his shoulder. “I’ve gotta go in. I’ve got a lot to catch up on.”