Rich Dad Books Novels & Stories

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

I felt restless because I knew Gian was nearby but I had to wait for tomorrow morning to see him and find out if we were still on. But whose fault was that? I imposed the two-week no-contact rule. Now, I was suffering. I was about to watch a Korean drama about a CEO who was a controlling snob and his secretary who was a sweet little thing. I realized it was a tad close to my situation. I turned off the TV and ended up reading a high fantasy book by Brandon Sanderson where romance was a subplot and life made more sense. It lulled me to sleep.

Yes, I was going to start this new chapter with him. “Yes, Tristian Ravenford. Yes!” The crowd went wild, and Liam was shouting at the top of his voice. Tristian Ravenford stood, arms outstretched. I ran into them, knowing that I was home, and in his arms was where I always wanted to be. His arms were my home, and he was my billionaire. I was addicted to this billionaire, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it.

He smiled wickedly, Nathan even felt that his friend became scary for a while, he exudes a cold and ruthless aura when he flashed that expression. Marcus didn't answer him but fished out his phone and dialed a number, not even twice second, the call was connected. "What can I do for you, young master?" Darwin greeted. Nathan cannot utter a word in shock, this voice.. It's Darwin Charles'! the richest man in Kingston, who recently was rumored to be a left hand only to the rolls royce master. Could it be? "Destroy Henessy Damer's Family, I want them bankrupt before the sun rises." The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine.

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

Even though we only had a short conversation, Derrick’s mother came by. When my checkup was over, a man in black told me that the chairman’s wife wanted to see me. My mind went straight to all those scenes in the novels. Had a rich heir fallen in love with me? Was his mother showing up to make me her son’s contract bride? Was I about to marry into money? In reality, Derrick’s mother placed a bank card on the table. “There’s eight million in it. I want you to leave my son.” Just like that, my dream of being a rich girl fell apart.

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

I look at the screen to see that it is Lucy who is trying to reach me. I answer sleepily but quickly wake up when I hear her excitement. As usual, she is rambling. She got a great order and is on her way to the warehouse to pack it in. She also was contacted by someone who wanted her to sort out their parents deceased estate. The house they owned was filled with rare antiques. She ends the call. I am fully awake now. I get up to get dressed. It is still very early. I quickly open my laptop and book a ticket to the city where the address on the vile is.

I sat on the swing chair and had a glass of wine beside me as I began to read. Rich Dad Poor Dad, a book known to have transformed many lives. Though it was not my first time reading this book, I preferred to always read and read it again. As I was reading, the mansion was quiet but the TV was on—with the mute on. I was about to flip the page of the book to another when my eyes suddenly caught Tyler’s face on the news. I squinted my eyes. What has he done this time? I picked the remote from the center table and unmuted the TV, but with a minimal volume.