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Charlie nodded inexpressively and said, “Since you haven’t seen it before, you’ll see it soon.” The shrill voices started to resonate across the store. “It’s okay to be poor, just don’t be so puffed up…” “Haha, this guy looks nothing like a rich guy at all! Thirteen million? I’ll call him Dad if he can get thirteen thousand dollars!” “Well, I’m curious to see what thirteen million in cash looks like!” Listening to the crowd who was taking her side, Jane smiled satisfyingly. She couldn’t wait to see how this poor loser would react when the cash wasn’t here.

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

The voice sounded to me like that of Bryan which immediately increased my anger issue that time. " You have the luck that you have a rich dad " I answered immediately with a long hiss to him. " Daughter of a bastard that came out of a poor home" I immediately cried deep within me as I heard those loud insults from Bryan. Just because of poverty and bankruptcy I just sold myself as a deal for the billionaire.

Bella got home and stayed, pacing around the house, “This is really surprising. I can't even remember having a brother, let alone a lost one at that. How about his parents, how did we even get separated? Who did he grow up with that he became so rich? I need to ask him these questions."

I was sipping a mango juice and it went to the wrong pipe and I chouckedked by the shock I got. “Mom! Are you okay?” came Tony’s voice as he patted my back. “I’m fine baby, eat your food” I manage to speak. They were looking at me with concern. I ruffled their hairs just to assure them that I was really okay. I went back to my phone. What the hell is going on? I know this face anywhere and I’ll never forget it because my kids have the same face. Christian Anderson of Anderson Enterprises. One of the richest people in America. He is a Billionaire. Goodness, I hate rich people. How the hell did I end up sleeping with one and having his babies.

He finally closed the file and chaos erupted through the whole room. Elizabeth just couldn't believe her ears,her father left her every single asset in the Goodman name which was worth more than a billion dollars.Marcus also couldn't believe his ears and after a moment of daze he was starting to love his decision to come—a million dollars!! he had a hundred million dollars to his name which was more than enough to solve his problems for a lifetime!!.....hours ago he couldn't even boast of having ten thousand dollars in his bank account,now he had a hundred million!!.

After a few minutes, Dad went inside with a barbeque. “Bavina, why didn’t you tell me that your boyfriend is rich?” Dad asks, I look at Paul. “You’re rich,” Dad says as he pointed Paul, “I’m afraid that you will leave our daughter just because we’re not as rich as you and your family,” Dad added that made me laugh. “No, Uncle, our wealth is nothing if your daughter is not in my life,” he answers. Wait, did he practice what he’s going to say to my parents before he went here?

He crossed the line, and to Jackson, nothing else mattered. "Speaking of inserting oneself into the life of others for a greener pasture, I have a story about that, there once lived the daughter from a family of unbounded wealth who found love in a pauper. This pauper with time had his wooden spoon replaced with a golden one, he smelled wealth and got selfish. He wanted it all. The daughter, blinded by the idea of love, fed him all of it, as much as she could to satisfy him. If only she had known he was a basket and could never get filled," with an intent stare at his father, "do you know how the pauper paid her back? Broken rips on Saturday nights, a drunken mess on Monday. A miscarriage on

He still had that cold expression, but the way he looked at me was full of quiet affection. I handed my phone to him. "Look at this. People are calling us the best-looking rich siblings out there." He was peeling an apple for me. He glanced at it and said lightly, "How pointless." Then he placed a perfectly cut apple slice shaped like a rabbit into my mouth. "There's an auction next week. I heard there's a nice pink diamond. Wanna check it out?" My eyes lit up. I chewed the apple and said, a little muffled, "Yeah, sounds great. Is Dad paying?"

“It’s an honor to meet you.” He knew my name, I was surprised because I didn’t know who he was then. “Darren Maxwell.” His name fell off his lips so eloquently He told me he was a philanthropist and business investor and that his company had just acquired three oil fields in West Texas. That he was looking for joint philanthropic projects. He said all the right things, very intelligently, polished and well-spoken. But more than that, he listened. Or at least, pretended to. And in that moment, I let my guard down.