Rich And Poor Dad Book Novels & Stories

I walk into my door, I slowly open the door to peep and I shut the door and I open the door slowly again and peep again and he was the one, he was cold and I was like "Only God knew what issue he had with his parents and I thought again Rich people and their kids,I trust we that we come from poor home , we dear not even behave that way except you have your money that some things wil be overlooked when I said money, I dont mean some thousands that would begin to make someone feel big, I mean real money ike millions or you dare not even get angy because by the tine two hot slaps would had sounded on your face then you will learn to respect your parents again even with your money, you dare not

As such, Mom went to work as a helper for a rich family. Mom was beautiful and was often subjected to harassment by her employer. She came home crying and left for work in tears. Dad never stood up for her, only saying, "Life isn't always what you want it to be." Thus, she learnt how to keep her head down, resulting in her current demeanor. Yet, Susan's back was perfectly straight, her head held high. That was because Dad was the source of her strength. At the secondhand luxury store, I dealt with wealthy clients and naturally had connections. A quick check revealed everything. Dad wasn't just rich; he was powerful, too. He was the Broadcasting Corporation's elusive boss.

After this, though, I swore my brother was on his own. Sliding my bare feet into my Vans, I grabbed my car keys from the hook by the door and shut the apartment quietly behind me. Traffic was light as I drove to West Hollywood. Even in the dark, I could see the wealth and affluence of the people who lived here. We hadn’t always been poor. At one stage, my dad had a thriving printing business, but then he began to gamble. It was only small bets here and there to start with, but as soon as my mom died, he upped the stakes and spiraled into a pit that he had no hope of climbing out of. He died penniless, leaving Hawk and me to scrape and scramble our way through this life. Neither of us had gon

Put it down again. My mind went somewhere I didn't ask it to go. Back to when I was twelve, sitting at our old kitchen table while my dad counted coins out of a jar, lining them up in little towers like that would make them add up to more than they were. "Dad," I'd asked him once. "Are we poor?" He'd laughed, but it wasn't really a laugh. "We're tight, Jae. Not poor. Poverty is a state of mind. Tight is just a state of the bank account. There's a difference."

You see my dad is what they call new money, he got rich maybe 2 years before he met my mom, and like everyone that is new money, he invests a lot in his image, fast cars, gorgeous wife, house all has to be first-class and above. My mom and dad met at some fancy event. My dad was on the hunt for a hot wife and my mom for a rich husband. They got married after a couple of weeks of dating, had me after a year, got into an everlasting fight on my second birthday and that is it. So in my house money occupies an extremely crucial role as you can see. Besides little setbacks, I have a perfect life, friends that I count on, money, good grades, with some help from my dad but I try, sometimes.

"Sorry, Sevi Baby. I might still be working that day." "You work too? I saw on the internet that when people have lots of money, they don't have to work. Your house is big and your cars are really cool. You have lots of money, right, Auntie Heath?" Heather laughed. Always entertained by my kid. "Auntie has expensive taste, so I have to work. If I run out of money, who's gonna spoil you and your Mommy?" Sevi nodded seriously, like he'd just received critical intel. "Okay, Auntie. Work hard then. Can we just do a video call? Or watch the video Mommy records?”

My father, Richard, was a conglomerate king. A man whose wealth shaped governments. A man who believed money was the only law that mattered. A man who never accepted loss. Alex was powerful. But my father built power out of destruction. And I had spent my whole life running from him. Before I met Alex, I had already abandoned everything. The luxury. The cars. The inheritance waiting in my name. I refused his money. Stopped using his cards. Left the city he ruled. I chose to struggle rather than belong to him.

The system said, "Kiddo, the Smith family got rich because of your grandma, but she's gone now, and Grandpa's changed her will. He wants to kick your dad out and take everything for himself! Your dad will end up with no place to live, nothing to eat…" I watched as Dad was about to say yes just to spite him. I sprang up quickly and clapped my hand over his mouth. "We won't leave! If anyone's leaving, it's you! Oh, Mr. Rich Guy snagged someone else's stuff and thinks he can provide for his lover and illegitimate kid with stolen goods!" After I finished speaking, I covered my mouth with one hand. "I won't talk anymore."

Dad chuckled. “He is thinking like a true businessman. That would be a great idea. My grandbaby is going to grow in wealth, and she will never know hardship. It’s a great idea to build a foundation for her when young,” he replied with a smile. I shook my head; the rich really want to become richer. I reminded myself that I am rich now myself; Dad’s shares are now in my name, and that is a lot. We got to Mom’s room, and we both sat beside her. She is still in the same condition as when I met her; nothing has changed.

With thinking about that curiously He took out the letter & started reading. “Dear Mike, you don’t know me. But I am your Dad. I missed you a lot. I didn’t contact you these years because I wanted to become the most powerful person in the country. After so much hard work, i have achieved my goals. I Know you won’t believe me. You will have so many questions. I will answer all your questions once I am back. I have kept my eyes over you all these years. Don’t worry son. Dad is here to take care of you. I am sending you 10 million dollars in your account for your basic needs & treatment of Nani. I have also attached my phone number. Call me if you need more money anytime. See you.”