Rich And Poor Dad Book Novels & Stories

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

"You see darling, your father did not understand that gambling isn't for the poor and wretched but only for the rich who have enough money to lose. You poor people should stop getting hopes that you'll make it big from the rich, nah, it doesn't work that way. You don't get to have it easy; you have to strive and suffer for it." He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary."

“I want the truth and I want it as it is.” I leaned forward as my chest became tight. “Okay.” There was no easy way to start, so I went straight in. “The truth is that I was not born rich. Not even close. My dad worked for a guy who owned half the city. My mom cleaned for his wife. One day, something went wrong. My dad was blamed for money that went missing. He was accused of having fake accounts and hidden funds but none of it was his. But the boss didn’t care.”

"Okay. Now, tell me." Against her ear, I began. "My dad was my role model. As many don't know, I was once poor. Living on the streets with my dad, who sold newspapers to make sure that I had a good education. At age six, my mom left us for a rich man, and I didn't see her again until I became rich myself. Believe me, it was a dark moment for me. I faced hunger, rejection, and heartbreak. Even as a teen, no one wanted to be near me. This motivated me. I began working, studying, and pushing. You know what made this easy?" "No."

“You think because you are smart, look good, and ripped, that life will go according to your plan? Who do you think gave you those genes?” “Clearly not from a fuckin’ drunk,” I shot back. “I’ll grab dinner on my way back. In the meantime, be of use and clean up after yourself.” My dad was one of those gold diggers, married my mum for her fortune. Imagine his surprise when he found out the Venom family wasn't as rich as the others. The kids from the other so-called great families drove around in cars, lived in mansions, had butlers to clean their asses. Not us. We were stripped of everything during my grandfather’s time.

I bit my lower lips in anger and snapped my finger at her face. ”Earth to Monia!” I yelled. It was then she gained herself. ”Who is that Greek god?!” She picked my hand and smiled like a barbie who was given a new pink ball gown. ”Greek?! Did you just call that prevent a Greek god?!” I raised my brows and removed my hand from hers and walked into the school. Everyone here in my school is all rich, but riches differ. My Dad was the richest man in all the world with a net worth that could end the world's poverty.

Jake's dad came from money—Scarlett worried he might look down upon someone such as herself. She was a foster kid and had no money growing up. And Scarlett fantasized the rich could smell the scent of poverty on her skin from a mile away. It was such a shame since it gave birth to fear, which wouldn't help her impress Jake's dad. Scarlett desperately wanted Jake's dad to like her. The only reason she didn't melt from the sheer pressure was that Jake held her arm. "You look beautiful tonight," Jake said as he used his entire arsenal to keep his wobbly girlfriend standing straight. He wasn't a large man but somehow managed to keep them both from falling.

Richard was not anything like how Mom and Jessica described him in my past life. He was not moody, controlling, or violent at all. Instead, I found him incredibly smart, though proud and with a high ego. The tension between him and Mom surfaced shortly after we moved in. Mom was a complete trophy wife: all looks and no brains. Honestly, she and Dad were actually a perfect match. Dad had always been a textbook rich kid with more muscles than brains. He only managed to marry Mom thanks to his family's money and his reckless confidence.

Kiara looked around and didn't see her dad . "Mom where is dad ? " asked Kiara when she didn't see him . "He is sleeping . " said ms Karla with her eyes becoming sad . "Oh ....is that so . Well, don't worry mom . " said Kiara with a comforting tone . Kiara's family was wealthy until her father lost his job . Now they are like with a normal monthly pay . Her father started drinking and became really negative about everything . Since then they never had a peaceful day . Kiara's family wasn't a family like all the others , they were a bit special .

Having a feeling that it is turning red by now. "Don’t you dare speak that way to my daughter. You don’t know what she has been through just to get in the position she is in right now." "Seriously, I have no care. For me, she is just someone who is trying to fit herself into a place she does not belong. I heard, you two came from both poor lives. Surely, you are enjoying every penny that dad gives you and want to captivate the whole mansion as well. Let me ask, how’s the experience of being rich?" I heard, they became poor for a sudden reason.