Rich And Poor Dad Book Novels & Stories

The voice sounded to me like that of Bryan which immediately increased my anger issue that time. " You have the luck that you have a rich dad " I answered immediately with a long hiss to him. " Daughter of a bastard that came out of a poor home" I immediately cried deep within me as I heard those loud insults from Bryan. Just because of poverty and bankruptcy I just sold myself as a deal for the billionaire.

The mind. It was one of such days that Uncle Max made a promise to himself— a promise to always remember that the hate centred in Dad's heart from the violence contained behind the doors holding the gap between the rich and the poor, the gap between the successful and unsuccessful could be broken if his heart and the heart of Dad's mother persisted for long.

I ask. "My father worked very hard.He was paid cents working for greedy men Just like your dad. Who wants to get rich alone. They actually don't care about tge lower class people. They are getting richer and richer while tge lower class gets poorer abx poorer. My father woke up at 4am to catch the 5am bus to drop him off at the station. He caught a bus to the factories where he worked the whole day and came back late at night. He would leave why we are asleep and come back when we are asleep,"she says with tears filling her eyes.

But now, I witnessed her driving a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars with a license plate that was worth more than what I could ever earn in the next 20 years. After getting back home, I went online and searched for more information on Swensen Group. I found out that the chairman was none other than Irene's dad, Joe Swensen. So, her dad wasn't dead after all—in fact, he was one of the richest and most influential businessmen in the city. What else had Irene lied to me about? Later that night, I heard the sound of the door being unlocked from the outside. Irene was back, and she was wearing the cheap dress I'd bought on sale for her for less than ten dollars.

He chuckled and he turned to me fully. "You don't need to rush, Amanda. Take it slow.. and besides as long as you're happy, it's enough." My dad actually came from a really rich family. His family was one of the richest families in the UK but his father disowned him for not wanting to take the family business.

Her parents… There was her father, Samuel Anderson, near his Mercedes, looking hunted and furious. It was the first time Phoebe had seen him in the last five years. She stood still, the color draining from her shattered face. Lorenzo hissed. “I don't think you should read that stuff. It's only going to upset you.” Phoebe stared down at the pages. There was a picture of the shabby street where she had lived as a child. There was a caption beneath the photo. 'From poverty to wealth beyond wildest imagination. How? The billion-dollar baby!'

Anna's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Aidan's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Aidan is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

It was his way of giving back. Dad didn’t come from money. In fact, he and his mother had been homeless for a few months. I think that’s what kept him so down to earth, so kind. When he made his millions, he made sure to share it. Sullivan Ricci’s investment took the company to another level and allowed them to build even more houses for the poor as well as properties for the wealthy. The paperwork was signed, and the joint venture official a year after the Riccis moved in next door. Knowing this makes it that much harder to swallow Dad’s plea, his admission of guilt. He was never a greedy man. Never. It makes no sense that he’d have stolen that money.

Mom nodded, "Just be careful, guys can be cunning most times, though I trust you, I know that you can't let yourself be deceived, and remember, pregnancy out of wedlock is not allowed in this house." I chuckled, "I know Mom, I won't let you and Dad down, I promise." "Is he rich?" She suddenly questioned me. I tried to detect if Dr. Raphael was rich or not, but I couldn't conclude, all I knew was that he could afford more things than we could. "I don't know." Was my reply to Mom. "Just remember that we're poor." She said and with that, she began to eat.

My dad moved in with my stepmother. That night, I lay in bed. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not fall asleep. I had been spoiled by my family's wealth. The sudden change to poverty was unbearable. I messaged my dad. 'Find me another rich man to marry. This time, don't get someone who's picky.' I've lived like royalty from birth. I couldn't let myself sink into poverty now. Marrying a rich man was the best option I had. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a new message. 'Do you need me to give you another chance?'