Rags To Riches Novels & Stories

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'm a middle class, but I know to respect someone who is obviously overflowing with money. “Did I ask for your opinion?” I cut her off, glancing back at her. I lifted the black card infront of her—pressing the card on her chest “If you don't want me to buy that tacky dress, then I won't. It's not a lost.” She went pale to what I said, realizing that I'm serious. Sure, I'm not rich and just a wannabe elite—but still that idiot is rooting for me, he will do everything for me.

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.”

Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance. In Las Vegas the St Patrick brothers were known as rich mean billionairs they were obscenely wealthy and ruthless. They were ruthless and deadly. Angela stood on the pedestrian lane searching for a cab it was raining outside and she wnated to go home she saw a Lamborghini approaching her at high speed, she was able to escape being hit by the auto mobile but it splattered dirt water all over her body she was so irritated and enraged

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.

“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.”

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,

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

“I have here my resume and a list of all of my assets. Please take a look and see whether you’re satisfied with it.” Were blind dates so efficient these days? The two sheets of paper were covered in words. By the looks of it, he was rich, but I felt dizzy from all the reading. I chuckled and pushed the papers back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring my resume.” “It’s okay.” Ivan pushed the papers right back at me. “I like you. As long as you find me satisfying, I’ll be okay.” I was unable to speak. Then, feeling troubled, I said, “I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Adams, my mother forced me to be here today. I’m sorry, but I already have someone I like.”