Novel & Cerita Rich And Poor Dad Book

Sammy exhaled as she slammed the phone in her lap and turned to look at the man. “Dad isn't into wealth…he isn't greedy like mom…you already won Trisha's heart with a fat bank account, “Sammy said, explaining the difference between her mom and dad. Her mom was easily won over with just money. Dave was a rich man with good looks and her mom was a sucker for a hot son-in-law. However, her dad was a different case. The man wanted a son-in-law like himself. He wasn't into material things and money was the last thing he cared about.

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.

Me, Mum, and Raine have made a pointed effort not to speak to me today. Dad had died as dramatically as he had lived. Accidentally shot himself while trying to rob a jewelry store. I watch as soil covers the expensive coffin, wondering if we have splurged a bit too much on the funeral. We aren’t rich or even comfortable. Dad lost his job at a factory when his debtors kept on showing up. Mum has never worked a day in her life but somehow, has developed a taste for silk and cashmere. I work at a printing press and barely earn enough to keep my apartment. We’re running behind on our mortgage and Raine is a high schooler.

"Daddy! You should look in the mirror and ask yourself why your daughter had to resort to selling her body. Why don't you ask your wife whether she has been providing for my basic needs all this time?" "Tragic, isn't it? I was born into a wealthy family, yet I had to sell my body just to cover my tuition fees and the medicine for my sick grandmother back in the village. Did you ever care, Dad, hmm?" Richard's tongue felt utterly tied. "What do you mean? Were you actually deprived all this time?" he asked. "Of course! Weren't you already aware of it ever since you found out I was sleeping in the storage room? Or do you still think that wife of yours is a kind-hearted angel?"

Dad owns the school I go to, so he knows everyone, but he doesn’t really meddle in my life. “John Prescott?” My mom asks and I nod. She smiles and wraps one arm around my neck as we walk up the stairs again. “He comes from a good family, and he has money,” Mom says, and I nod. I don’t know why Mom is so fascinated with money. Her first marriage ended up because Benny’s dad lost all his money gambling. I understand she needed to protect Benny, and then she married my dad and all she seems to think about is family names and money. I don’t understand.

"You're spoiling her way too much. What will you do if she grows up this delicate?" Dad had replied, "Girls should be pampered. Rae is my only daughter. If I don't dote on her, who will?" The same father who once cried in secret because he felt sorry for me had also once grabbed my hair with a twisted expression and cursed me bitterly. "Why don't you just die? Why didn't you die with your mother?" Back then, our family was poor, yet Dad would secretly buy me chocolate every day. Now we had money, but I would never taste his chocolate again. I wondered if money could make love disappear.

Sophie's mom asked, "That man that looks retched, that suffering Is written on his forehead, the man that poverty Is smelling all over his body" Sophie's dad said, "don't you see that covetousness has taken over his life, and he's coming to take over my business just like that In the name of son In law" Sophie's dad said, "If you have a problem with my daughter getting along with a man that's Interested In her, then, I will tell her to leave your job and face her life" her mom said,

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

Her rage was volcanic, her finger jabbing into his chest as she snarled, “This is our chance to get rich, to never work again, and here you are acting like a saint. Are you the one who will suffer if this all blows up? No, you won’t. So shut up and play along!” My dad said nothing, but the tight clench of his jaw betrayed his silent fury. My mom, however, was unrelenting. To her, poverty wasn’t just a struggle; it was a disease, and this was her cure. “This is our time to rule,” she declared, her eyes gleaming with greed.

“Blood and sweat? Did Dad get involved with a gang and made money the wrong way? I did a little research and found Dad was from a poor background. I went back to the house and it's overgrown with bushes, rodents and cracked walls. I asked nearby residents and they narrated that a certain man lived there with his wife and daughter but ended up gunned down at a family feast. I tried to find any more useful information but I couldn't get past what I've been told. So mother, how did we get here? So much wealth we can stop working for years and still live in splendous wealth with our generations born and yet unborn.” “Your father would be the best person in the position to answer. I met him when