Rags To Riches Novels & Stories

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Diana asked. "Wealthy? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the Greysons. The man who used to be our gardener when we were little." "Uhh… I can’t remember." "Come on, Di. The gardener with the two-year-old daughter. Drietty used to share her toys with her." "Ohuu! That one? I remember now! But how did he become wealthy?" "When he lost his wife, Lady Miyani gave him one of her companies so he could raise his daughter better," Cardi explained. "But don’t ever call them wealthy. They’re rats compared to us."

“We’re sorry. This… All of this is our fault. You were born first. You were chubby and fair-skinned, so perfect. But then your grandma brought in a fortune-teller, and he said yours and your brother’s fates clashed. Together, you would bring him bad luck. I didn’t know what to do. “In our family, the son is supposed to inherit the family business, so the decision was made to separate you two. At first, we even thought about giving you away, but I couldn’t do it. In the end, we all agreed to raise you poor instead. That way, you wouldn’t grow up stealing the spotlight from Xander. But I never imagined–”

"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 light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

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

He growled as fur pushed through in his arms. “Oh, really? Let’s read this out loud then!” I challenged him. “Part one; all rogues must move to designated lands after the issuance of the census to classify themselves. Part two; Rogues must identify themselves to the pack and the crown and pay taxes for land rights on designated land….”