Poor Woman Rich Man Novels & Stories

Rosalia I carefully observed the stairs as I headed for the living room. It was unexpectedly made from White oak, I had thought it was iron when I passed by it last night. Well furnished, expensive as shit. I couldn't have afforded it my whole life even if I tried. I really don't understand how a poor woman like me who had been almost at the verge of being a beggar managed to snag a rich man. If later I'm found out to be his wife, I'm lucky but if it was a misunderstanding all along and I only looked like her, that would be very terrible. Very very terrible in fact, because at this point, I'll just go straight from here to living on the streets.

At a point, I had to borrow from people to pay others and it only made matters worse. “Do you fucking hear me, you silly excuse of a man!” he snapped, bringing me back to reality. “Yes, I hear you loud and clear,” I replied, rubbing my sweaty forehead. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get his money but I didn’t dare to tell him that. “Aren’t you ashamed of the sorry version of yourself that you’ve become? Look at you, Lucas, that was once topping the charts, now jumping from one loan shark to another and you know why? It’s because you let the woman that loved you slip through your fingers.”

"Very rich women. So tips. I am an old poor man." Julia and I exchanged glances. Hers said: Did he just say billionaires? Mine said: Did he just say "womens"? I cleared my throat. "Sir, we're really not rich. We're actually—" He waved me off. "No, no, no. I know rich women. You are rich women. Rich women always say they are not rich women. It is classic move." "It's not a move," I said, my voice climbing another octave. "I work at a café. We are not rich."

He had once been the richest man in the world, but now he was merely a cripple, bankrupt, and abandoned. Julian stared at Jennifer’s retreating back, consumed by jealousy as his woman intimately held another man’s arm, yet he was acutely aware that he was no longer the wealthiest. "I am no longer a rich man, and I have only just managed to stand up. The pain in my legs is excruciating, Cassandra. I was the one who made the mistake, and now I will atone for everything. If you won't love me, then it is my turn to pursue you." Julian resolved not to lose to Ricard, the rich man from a neighbouring country.

Where the mother of the rich man comes to the poor woman his son's lover, to slap the fact that the two are in different worlds? That the poor woman did not deserve to be by her son's side. Then the mother would give an envelope containing a pile of money to the poor woman as compensation so that she would not be with her son again. Then the poor woman will refuse the money on the grounds of love, while the mother has prepared a glass of water to be splashed at her. Am 'I' now in the position of the poor female character? Will Sir Thebet give me money after this to keep me away from Dylan, or does the house we live in now represent the money? Then, if I disobey his orders, he will throw me o

She slammed her phone against the table with the screen down and took a sip of water before saying, “I’m purchasing a property for my relative, and I wanted to use a discount that’s only available for the lower-income group, so I borrowed Ken’s ID for that. My relative left the country a while back, so he asked me to take care of it on his behalf.” “Which relative?” “You don’t know him. It’s a distant uncle.” She was lying. Over our decade-long marriage, I had met all of her relatives. No one fit the profile of a distant relative. I wanted to pry further, but she looked upset. “Are you assuming that I bought the mansion for Ken? “You know how much I earn! If I really had that much money, we

Its clear that he isn't satisfied yet. Am done with this. Replied the woman getting her night gown from the floor. The man tried to smile as he stood up and hugged the woman from behind. Dear please you can't just leave me like this l need to reach there you know! He added pleadingly. Allan do you even hear yourself! The only thing you want to do is having sex with me day and night. Are you trying to make the saying that poor men spend long hours in bed than the rich true? Do you think that my hair, dresses, shoes and other things that l need will come to me by themselves with out you gaining money? The woman exploded. It was clear that she had enough of being poor.

“Good for you. Whew, that was a close one.” “What do you mean?” “You sank fast, woman. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that bad off.” I smiled. “That’s what happens when I don’t have something to do. I was not meant to be unemployed. How is that going to work?” “How is what going to work?” “He’s filthy rich. I’m not. I’m going to be dragging my ass to work while he’s doing whatever it is rich people do all day.” “What does he do right now?”

I only recalled her saying that it was good to be in places where rich men frequented. From her words, it was already obvious she didn’t like the man. She only wanted his money. I felt bad for the poor man who had to marry her. She was going to drain him and leave him when he had nothing. That was usually what she did. I wasn’t sure if these men didn’t care enough to know her past or if they were just stupid enough to think they were the exception. The house looked like every other building on the block, but it was fenced and well, expensive. I guess he did have money.

It felt awkward that for the first time, she was having such feeling for a man who is a billionaire. Severally, she heard stories of the rich and how they associate with people of their class and nature in the society. They never wanted to have anything to do with the poor and that is the class she belonged to. She had nothing and lived in a very noisy street that was segmented for the poor in the society. “You can’t think of him so much, he is a billionaire, and you are a mere poor individual who doesn’t have up to five hundred dollars in your account”, Emily mocked herself as she finally stood up to undress herself.