Poor Woman Rich Man Novels & Stories

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

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 "

Her tone dripped with disgust as her gaze cut to Ivy. “I mean, we all know this lady here is extraordinarily poor. She has no class! If not for the connection she got from Mr. Morale, there’s no way she would even stand among the workers of WASTON Group! So how could it be possible for someone like her to be the CEO?” Gasps rippled through the audience. And before anyone could recover, Gracias stepped forward, adding fuel to the fire. “Yes, Mr. Moore,” Gracias said firmly. “We all know Ivy here is a gold digger. In fact, she married my son for money! So how can someone like her suddenly become the CEO of WASTON Group? That’s impossible! You must be mistaken!”

If it weren't for her wealth, this unscrupulous businesswoman would have bankrupted her within minutes. After transferring the money, Aimee asked, "How long will it take?" "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. Be there in Innisrial on time. Shall I deliver it to you or will you pick it up?"Matilda inquired. Aimee's mouth twitched. This conniving woman never missed an opportunity to make money. Without hesitation, Aimee replied, "Send it here.""Tsk, I was trying to save you some cash," Matilda hypocritically remarked, "You truly are a wealthy woman. So

They were loud enough for me and Dante to hear. "She, a lower class of the button. Beauty is nobody. She is just a girl after the wealth of the young master. If it were not for her, grandpa once saved the life of the young master of the Mancini family. With her background, she could never marry her way into this wealthy, famous family, like the one of the Mancini." the older woman hissed with a laugh.

and now I am confused. How can this happen?... she is still the Electra who can win the world... The woman I loved was strong and no matter how many problems came to her, she still found a way to win. There is no way that woman will be poor after 3 years and today, was just an example, of how she can earn money so easily... But if she has money then why would she live in a fucking slum and eat hot dogs... no, something is missing but I don't know what...

I growled. "You are a foolish man that prefers a pauper like Whitney to a rich classy girl like me. You should be ashamed of yourself!" she yelled. "Rich classy girl my foot! I am the one that bought almost all that you have including your car, your shoes, and the dress you are wearing. When I met you, you had nothing and you were a little different from Whitney when she just came. But the good news is that I have transformed Whitney's life and she will never be poor again," I said angrily.

“Is there a problem with that?” Elena’s pride flared, and her tone turned venomous. “Even if you cover yourself with expensive dresses, jewelry, and perfume, you can’t hide your poverty stench. So stop pretending to be someone you’re not.” Stella burst out laughing. “Poverty stench? That’s a new one. Keep going, Elena. You're entertaining tonight.”

Had they begun to listen? “Stories like that help build a wall between those considered wealthy and those who barely make ends meet,” I continued. “Wealthy people are wary of the poor ones, always suspecting they want to somehow take their money. The poor, on the other hand, don't trust the wealthy, believing that none of them worked hard enough to gather the wealth they now possess. Even fairy tales mark the wealthy ones as the villains. This hall is filled with successful businesswomen and businessmen. So... should I believe there are mostly villains in the audience?” I raised my brows and smirked, looking around the dark space in front of me.

I was getting pissed. "And who gave you the right to talk about them like that?just because you're rich doesn't mean you should go about talking shit about people. I think they work as hard as we do, they're are just quite unfortunate not to have the same luck. They aren't lazy asses, they work tremendously to fend for themselves and let me tell you one thing..poor people are the happiest,they live freely unlike us who live in the fair of being kidnapped or attacked by robbers,we put up so many securities just to stay safe while they wander around in the streets freely. They live in small homes while we live in big houses. Houses, that's just where we live. We don't have homes. Many of we ri