Rich And Poor Dad Book Novels & Stories

New pov Like my name , I'm regarded to be a flower, the colour of my family, my dad and mom, dad passed on some few months ago and it's left only mom and myself_ I see her longing to be with dad at every given opportunity, she almost had herself killed, accidentally falling down the stairs_ alone, I made up my mind to employ a maid that was going to take care of her, while I tackle my work_ Mr Richard's company, Richard is dad's godson, he is the definition of a rude and abrupt man, least I forget totally demanding.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.

After much thought, I finally convinced myself to meet his other family. I'm not sure why he wanted me to meet them, but one thing is for certain—I still have a lot of secrets that have been kept from me since I was a young child. I didn't know my dad came from a wealthy family; therefore, I lived my entire half-life in poverty. My grandpa kicked him out of the house because of his alcoholism, but after he passed away, my dad became the only owner of the land.

Russell knew about my baby, and even then, he accepted me. He treated me like a queen should be, but there was a minor detail... he was a nerd, and he was poor. I was used to luxuries. My parents owned a big corporation of textiles and a top clothing manufacturer company. I was so pissed off when they lost the company. We lost everything. And the money we had, mom had used it to set my dad out free. If you ask me, dad should have rotted in jail like his partner, Mr. Davila.

Feigning shock, she sneered, "Rachel, are you actually taking a farm cart to school now? I thought Grandpa was an antique collector! Do you know my rides are all worth millions!" Then she breezed off to greet the other affluent youngsters who'd arrived in their chauffeurs. Turning back at me, she said, "Rachel, we're not even from the same world anymore. Daddy takes me to parties every day—unlike you, who's always filthy in the dirt." She stamped on my shoe. "Gross. My shoes are hundreds of times better than yours—stepping on yours is a favor." I didn't flare up. I crouched, wiped the dirt from my shoe with my sleeve, and looked at her calmly. "Are you taking out everything you suffered at t

After a few quick strokes of her pen, she tossed the handwritten note at me as though it could instantly erase all the favoritism she had shown. Just then, James walked in carrying shopping bags filled with designer brands. He cheerfully bragged about everything he had bought. Every cent he had spent came from the money I had been saving to take care of my own dad. Last month, I bought Dad a 300-dollar jacket. He left it hanging in the closet because he couldn't bear to wear it. Whenever he went out, he still wore the same faded plaid shirt he had had for years. I pulled up my contacts, ready to borrow money from anyone who would help. Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

"Once upon a time, there were two boys and a girl. The girl and one boy were from poor families but the other boy was the golden boy, he was filthy rich and all the girls wanted him. Poor boy then fell in love with the girl who was his best friend but the girl didn't want the poor boy. She ended up falling in love with the rich boy because he could bring her out of her misery and poverty" he says his eyes fixed on my mum. "You know that isn't true Levi, I fell in love with Tristan because of the kind of person he was not because of his money" she defends. Tristan was my dad's name and I start to piece together that Levi was probably talking about him, and my parents in high school.

I asked carefully. He turned to me and chuckled. “Why would I be offended?” He had a point. It wasn’t like I said anything wrong. “You know,” he continued, “my dad wasn’t rich back then.” I looked at him, curious. “Oh?” “My mom came from a very wealthy family. Her whole life was planned out for her—schools, career, even her future husband. But then she met my dad…” “And?” “Dad was the complete opposite. You could tell just by how different they act. Mom met him on a cruise trip—he worked there. They fell in love, but eventually got separated.”

Standing next to her, he could see the anger and anguish in her eyes, "Hey, calm down. Your mother is happy with father-in-law" A tear fell down her cheeks as she turned to him, "You don't get it. My dad is an orphan who rose on his own to the rich circle from the bottom feeders of this city. My mom and dad fell in love and when they got married, that old lady inside just chased them out of the family and cut off all ties with them." "My dad is one of the richest in this city yet we don't have any place to brag about because my mom all day cries when she is alone remembering the past of her family. I grew up watching that every day. She just can't forget them"

He always insisted on the best for her. She’d been beautiful once. Long auburn hair, bright green eyes, laugh that filled rooms. The kind of woman who turned heads without trying. Heir to one of the oldest fortunes in the country. The only child. Spoiled, but never cruel. Dad came from nothing ; small town, single mom, scholarship kid. He’d met her at university. She said it was love at first sight. Her parents called it social climbing.