Rich Dad Poor Dad Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.”

He said, not believing what I said. I smirked. Screw it. Screw the rich people. I had enough of this world and for people like him who think highly of themselves. Rich people think the world is about money. They think they can always get what they want. They are too driven by greed. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. I’m tired of this damn system. “Everything can be bought with money! I can even buy your whole life! Just stay away from my son!” I clicked my tongue, now smirking. “Tsk, you’re just getting desperate now knowing your son only listens to me,” I said. “I feel pity for you.”

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

“You want to live with Dad, right? We can live a happy life together. Dad promises to always be there for you.” Dinda frowned for a moment, seemingly thinking. Sebastian waited for the answer with bated breath, hoping that the words that came out of his daughter's mouth would heal the wounds in his heart. But then, Dinda said in an innocent tone, "I want to live with Mommy... and Rich Daddy." Sebastian fell silent. His heart seemed to stop beating, and time seemed to slow down. "Rich Daddy?" he whispered, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

On the way home, we passed my parents' cemetery. "Can we stop?" I asked. David pulled over without question. I knelt at their headstone again. His hand on my shoulder. "Hi Mom. Dad." My voice was steady. "Richard's in prison. Life without parole. Sophie's going too. It's finally over. Justice is done." I paused, gathering courage. "And I'm pregnant. Twelve weeks now. We're having a baby—your grandchild. I wish you could meet them. But I'll tell them about you. About how Dad built an empire with integrity. How Mom made everyone feel loved. How you were good people who deserved better."

_Failed_. Alex cried from the bedroom. Ten seconds. Then stopped. Like he heard it too. I walked to Adrian. Not touching. Close. “You didn’t fail,” I said. “You chose. Chapter 25. You chose us over the company. You chose Alex over $600 million. You choose, every day, to stack green beans instead of buy companies. That’s not failure, Knight. That’s dad.” He closed his eyes. “I don’t know how to be poor, Beth.”

After greeting them, Fred asked if they were here to shop too and the little ones answered yes and that there dads were also around. Harry noticed that Fred had gone to meet some boys and so walked towards them. Fred then introduced Harry as his dad to his friends. The two friends of Fred recognized Harry as the richest man in the country and so they furrowed their brow in shock, "so your dad is Harry Vernon?" One of Fred's friend asked and the little one nodded proudly. "My dad will foot the shopping bills of the both of you," Fred boasted without even asking Harry. Harry smiled and chirped, "of course, pick as many things as you want here, I'll pay."

She glared defiantly at her father and without saying another word, reached into her bag and pulled out her pink colored cat earphones and placed them over her ear. With the music playing, she turned her gaze away from her father and looked out the window, silently humming along to the song playing. Richard sighed. 'Children are so troublesome.' He thought and shortly after, the sound of a hearty laugh coming from his companion beside him drew him out of his thoughts. "How cute." The brunette male seating in the seat beside him mused, a soft smile playing at his lips. "I don't think I've seen you this troubled ever since we were young."

" I shook my head. Too much time had passed, and I had long forgotten. He tapped on the laptop. I put the laptop on the desk, then took his tiny hand and helped him down from the bed. He said in his childish voice, "My dad is super rich. He wouldn't care about this little bit of money."

Two bodyguards stepped forward and dragged the limp Henry out, one on each side. Once Henry was dealt with, my father turned his gaze on Daniel and Clara, sharp as a knife. "You two are grown but petty and cruel. Years ago, I sponsored James Carter to study so he could become an honorable man, not to raise an ungrateful bully like you. Your family benefited from me for years, and you dare mistreat my daughter?" Daniel shook violently, lips quivering as he tried to defend himself. "Mr. Vale, I didn't mean it. It was Clara!"