Rags To Riches Novels & Stories

There was a crack in her voice. Robbie shook his head. “They are not, ma’am.” Joan shook her head. “They can’t do this. They… they can’t just make such a ridiculous request,” she stated, placing the paper on the table. “Yes, we are struggling since the Kingswell project, which turned out to be a disaster, but we are still holding up,” assurance lacing her tone. She turns to her dad, who looked sad and defeated. “We still have some resources to keep us going. W—we are on the verge of bankruptcy, but we can still hold on, right, Dad?” She asked for clarity, a look of hope, but the sadness on her dad’s face told her otherwise.

Because I wasn’t rich enough for her. I clenched my fists. Her betrayal had been the final push. For a man who had always craved wealth, it was the only motivation I needed to climb my way to the top. Of course, making money hadn’t been easy at first. I was just a nobody—an orphan with no name, no connections, nothing to my name except a burning hunger for money. But then, one day changed everything. That day, a group of wealthy strangers approached me, claiming to be my family.

I’m way richer. For a moment, the words didn’t quite register. “You are not serious,” I blurted, though I could tell from the look he was giving me that he was, in fact, dead serious. “Rachael, the Crawfords are well off. They have built their wealth over generations, clutching onto their oil empire. As for me, I have built an empire from nothing. Every dollar I have, every company I’ve acquired, every deal I’ve closed is all mine. The Crawfords play in sandboxes. I own the beach.”

They weren't born rich; their story is one of “rags to riches” That's why I learnt to be independent from a young age, I was the sole heir of the Blackwell Empire and my job was to continue the legacy, but I decided to make a name for myself by founding ZDN crop at eighteen. I was listed as the youngest billionaire in New York at the age of twenty. Mila was still looking around the restaurant, and she scribbled something in a little note she carried. I wondered what she was writing, but I didn't press to know what it was.

I stated. He creased his eyebrows as if he was confused, pulled a puzzled look. "That's… crazy." "It seems to me like you've always been rich. That means you might not be as experienced as I am," I clarified. Finally, he let go of my arm, wrapped his arms around his chest. "What makes you think I haven't been experienced? Being rich isn't freedom, you know?" Okay. This unnecessary conversation had to end. This wasn't what I had come here for.

Miss Tasha smiled. Miss Tasha sat her down and sent her PA out... "Don't even try to persuade or lecture me because I am going to report you to Mum." She warned. "Ringa, you need to build yourself in order to be among the top models in the world. Anthony already made it by been a billionaire can't you do the same? Perhaps, he doesn't love you a bit, you know what I am talking about if only you want to deny it. If you become an independent woman, he won't be able to wave you off, so I want you to think about this." She advised. Moringa became calm with what she said.

“You expect the Elliott's family to respect a nasty looking beggar just like that.” Mike felt insulted. “Now, you are throwing shades of insult at me.” Annabelle gnashed her teeth. The beggar was trying to disappoint her. “You are not doing this for free. I'll pay you.” Mike shrugged. “Fine. You can as well find someone else to play the role. You can pay some other dude to do this.” He made to walk away, but Annabelle said, “Two million dollars. I will pay you as high as two million dollars.” She shut her eyes. “No, I will double it. I will pay four million dollars.”

I have never met Robert Williams before but everyone who is into finance knows who he is. One of the youngest billionaires, his company is his life. He is known for being ruthless in getting what he wants but that’s not all. He looks so perfect and handsome, if his billion-dollar empire fails he can give models a run for their money. Thankfully , the position we are in covers my nakedness, and Pete’s dad can’t see much especially since he is standing in the shadow of the dimly lit passageway but I am flushed with embarrassment because any mature adult can guess what Pete is doing.

Jane The click of my heels against the pavement echoed through the quiet streets as I made my way to the quaint little café on the corner on campus. With each step, I felt a newfound sense of confidence coursing through my veins, a determination to embrace the changes that lay ahead. Gone were the days of long, flowing locks cascading down my back. In their place, a sleek bob framed my face, accentuating my features with a touch of sophistication. My wardrobe had undergone a transformation as well, trading in form-fitting attire for flowing wide-legged pants that swirled around me with every movement. Pearl earrings adorned my ears, their lustrous sheen a subtle nod to the elegance I now sou

The Wilton's were one of the richest and well respectable family in the country, Mrs Wilton, owns the biggest fashion brand in the country, Emily has always dreamt of having a fashion brand like Mrs Wilton, she had watched past brand exhibition, and had always wished she could attend one in person. Attending this exhibition isn't just going to be a dream come true, but also an opportunity for her to grow in the fashion world. "Of course, I'd love to go, this is a dream come true for me" Emily replied with so much enthusiasm and excitement. "Okay, I never knew you had interest in fashion" Brian replied. "I could give anything to be at exhibition, I've always wanted a brand a brand like hers,