Poor Woman Rich Man Novels & Stories

the nouveau riche man said quietly to the pretty woman beside him. The pretty woman wanted to preserve her dignity, and she did not believe that that card had enough credit in it. It could just be a ploy, finding someone to act up a storm. “Go where? The show isn’t over yet. I want to see if that card has any money in it.” The nouveau riche man was so angry that he wanted to choke the pretty woman to death. Was she trying to dig her own grave by picking a bone with someone as rich as him?

"Sir, but they have no money. You saw it yourself, didn't you? They only have $4000 in their pockets. That's why I threw them out of the store. I felt what I did was right. Poor people like them are likely to steal." "Poor people? You said they were poor?" repeated Leuwis, raising his voice. "For your information, the man you call a pauper is the richest man in New York. He made the largest investment in the 'Black Rose'. If I hadn't come quickly, my boss would have fired me." What? The richest man in New York? Nora's mouth fell open. She really couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could such a wealthy person bring only $4000 to an expensive jewelry store?

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

His love and life were in a mess, and he was so poor that he only had money left. Hearing this, the woman's face changed, and then she looked up and down at James. She was a little hesitant in heart. She had been running around with all men in bars for a long time, and she thought that she could roughly distinguish between the rich and the poor. However, some people were good at pretending. If James was really a poor man, wouldn't she be flattering him in vain? Looking up at James and the faint smile on his handsome face, she suddenly thought that even if James was really a poor man, she would accept the fact, because he was so good-looking.

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?

I never imagined the big boss would come to see me privately. Me– a former maid. But I was proud. God, I was proud to be his employee. "Andi has already given her the first down payment, Sir," the old man bowed to me. "I’m sorry if it wasn’t enough for Ms. Wisa." "Oh no… no, I’m satisfied," I said fast. Two million dollars was more than I’d ever dreamed. "Who are you? How dare you interfere with our family!" My stepfather, Johan, grabbed Mr. Amon’s shoulder.

The elderly angrily pointed. Anika turned to Adelaide and saw the child shaking her head pitifully. “No, no, she didn’t,” Anika reasoned again. “Liar! That child is a liar! As well as you! How do you teach your child!” The Madame scolded. “Who are these people? What’s your identity?” She asked in a heavy voice. Someone whispered in the woman’s ear, and she raised her brow. “So, it’s the newlywed wife of the Albrecht? Truly wasting such a talented young man to have a wife like this. Who knows where she comes from!” She scoffed and said loudly.

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.

"Seeing them, my soul is thrashing." "Work hard. When you're rich, there will be many men who want to be your lover," her tall coworker said. "I want a man who genuinely loves me, not because of my wealth," the woman said. "Nowadays, a poor woman would fall in love with a rich man if she wasn't after his wealth, and vice versa." said the man. "Are you accusing Mr. Leon of only seeking the Boss's wealth?" she retorted in a low voice, fearing others would overhear.

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