Rags To Riches Novels & Stories

she begged crying. “Oh now I get it, that was the reason you dressed like this because you were going to see him, you little gold digger, right? He yelled at her “George please I promise it is not what you think, please George.she said still crying “Wow, the almighty Lisa is kneeling in front of me begging me?”He said laughing wickedly “Well, I don’t care whatever you are doing just make sure you don’t drag my name to the mud! Because you are my wife and there’s no way a billionaire’s wife like you can be seen hanging out with a low life like that.”He said with authority.

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"I Know it is too much to ask, just coming into your life and changing the way things work and I am truly sorry about it all, I will begin with rewarding you, I'll pay you everyday that you are with me until I can discard this issue." Coming from a billionaire, I knew it wasn't impossible. "I don't want money, at least not for now. If you're going to take care of anyone, please let it be Alex." This was finally my time to pay Alex back for all he had done for me especially when all I did was get in trouble. "Fine then." He smiled, "night time, prepare yourself." He took a piece of chicken wing from the table as he took his exit, "enjoy your meal."

Mr Alex said on TV and I winced. "He's so arrogant." I muttered. "What does he think he has?" Mom asked and I chuckled. "He has a company, he's quite a handsome young billionaire and his company is the perfect place that I can work to get famous quickly." I said and Mom looked at me surprised. "How?" She asked. "He is into event planning and fashion designing, he was given the contract of planning the wedding of the president's daughter." I answered and mom grinned excitedly. "That's really something he should boast of, I can now see why he is arrogant."

The verses would go like this " twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above in the world so bright, shining like a diamond in the sky. Then she would turn the stone up and down in every directions. It would sparkle like the rays of the sun. The rays would bring hope to her. She was becoming more beautiful by the day. Her slim body and small curves would show perfectly when she was wearing her favourite summer frock. It was a flowered beautiful little number her mother bought the last Christmas before she died. It was the only dress she could wear whenever there were occasions. Infact it was the only dress she had except the old ones she wore every day. There would be loa

The one who squanders his brother's wealth instead of building a fortune with it. As I sank deeper into my glass, I felt that familiar spiral of rage and hopelessness. Zayn didn’t just win at life, he was born to win. It was written in the stars while I was stuck in the dirt, scrambling for scraps. The pregnancy felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

I would do anything to reclaim the part of my life that had been stolen, to find the ancestors and the bloodline that had been kept from me. He studied me for a long moment, then finally said, “I will help you. But understand this: this path will not be easy. You will face resistance. You will face betrayal. And you will have to fight for every piece of your inheritance — blood, spirit, and power. Are you ready for that?” “I am,” I said firmly, my heart hammering. “I have no choice. I cannot go back. I cannot stay broken. I have to know who I am.”

“How did you get this wealthy?” Alec’s lips twitched, clearly entertained by my bluntness. “Ah, Mia Bella,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Such a direct question.” “Well?” He chuckled. “I built my empire from nothing. I started small—investment firms, real estate, the tech industry. I had a vision, I made the right connections, and I refused to fail.” I blinked. “That’s it?” “That’s it,” he confirmed, sipping his wine. It sounded… too simple.

Richie stepped out of his red convertible all clawed in his black suit and black shades. He adjusted his shades at the bridge of his nose before he walked into his company. His billion-dollar company, BVD INCORPORATION he’d built with his own sweat and blood. Well, technically he’d inherited it from his grandfather but it was still the same thing. As he took slow strides towards the elevator that would lead to the floor of his office, he flashed a smile at each worker passing by that greeted him.