Rich Dad Poor Dad Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

“What? Are you serious? Fifteen rooms for one man and a little girl? That’s madness! Does he have a room just for his socks? Or a room for his thoughts? Wait, does he have a room where he keeps his money? Like, stacks of cash just sitting there?” "Geez, Maya, relax!" Grace chirped in. "He is a billionaire. What do you expect? He probably has a room just for his shoes. “Oh, my God!” Maya said, dramatically clutching her chest. “Ley, you hit the jackpot. This is the dream. You’re living in a mansion while we’re here arguing with the landlord over a leaking roof. You should adopt me. I can be the fun auntie who teaches Ava how to twerk.”

“Can you imagine? Are you salt that would dissolve under the rain or what?” I could never understand how and why poor people wallowing in penury always had a lot of kids. Jacob and his wife lived in a two bedroom apartment, with their four, soon-to-be five children, as his wife was currently pregnant. From what I knew, he got her pregnant when she was nineteen and him twenty one, fresh out of prison for stealing from an old widow. “Please pardon my shortcomings, ma'am. I won't do that again.” He bowed, and I rolled my eyes in disdain.

“I want to know you. All of you.” He nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. “I grew up poor. My dad loved my mom more than anything in the world. Too much, actually. He did things he shouldn’t have, just to make her happy. Robbed banks, people… anything for money, just for her. And the money? Never for us. Never for me or my sister. Always for her, wasting it by gambling. She was abusive. To me and my sister. But my dad… he never left her. Never stopped loving her, no matter how cruel she was.”

How can it be Stan Asher, the richest dude in Hilltown city? “Yes, grandfather has to live a long time to see Stan and I happily married, with our son…” Sophia said, totally forgetting that she was going to hide her son's identity.

" Young master, you need to come with us", The old man repeated. Welbeck was still stunned and felt like he was dreaming once again. With a mixture of disbelief and desperation, Welbeck spoke up, his voice trembling, "Wait, I think you've got the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary guy, kicked out by my son-in-law, struggling to make ends meet. I don't have any connections with wealthy doctors or anyone of significance."

Instead of responding, she hung up and texted, 'Let's video call using Messenger so I can see you. I quickly set up the computer in my room and logged into F******k. Mom was already calling. We talked, catching up and sharing stories, even discussing my first encounter with Tita and Cheska. Mom stressed the importance of respect in Dad's family, particularly for Grandpa, emphasizing how every moment mattered to them. People often assume the wealthy live carefree lives, waking up late, eating whenever they want, and spending recklessly. In reality, the affluent are stringent with time, money, and manners.

dad scolded and I pout. " Dad, he started it" "Don't you know that Allah, that made you rich is the same Allah that made them poor? You don't know what the future holds, you don't know whether these riches of mine would just vanish one day. Instead of talking to the young man calmly, you decided to snap at him " dad preached and all was going through one ear and also coming out through the other one. " Do you want people to say that I brought you up to be rude and disobedient? " I pouted.

“I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.” “But when you said that his mother is annoying you Mommy, I think it’s because she also thinks that you are poor” Jack explained his side. “Ohh..is that so?” she was pondering how to explain the concept of rich and poor to her son when she heard the warm voice of Mark. “No, we are not poor.” “Son, come here” Mark chuckled and waited for Jack to sit beside him. “To some people, being poor means you don’t have enough money to live a comfortable life”

His deep voice, so like Lucian’s, continued, “My dad is a great lawyer and I want to be like him. I’ve seen how you run your office and quite frankly, I don’t like it. If my dad lets me, I will be part of his firm for a while before striking out on my own.” Adrian snorted, “You think your dad is a great lawyer? I make him who he is. I did everything possible to make him great but look at him now. He turned away from all that I had to offer and look at him now; he gives advice to the poor. Puuh.” Adrian almost spit out the words, poor. “You listen to me … “

He was going to be a zombie the next day. He could already tell. At least his father's office had free day care. Maybe he could catch a nap in the office the next day. He was just about done when his son begins letting out a blood cursing wail once again. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "Come on son! Don't you want your old man to get any sleep tonight?" begs Donovan. He sighs knowing the answer to this already. "Come on what do you want now? You are all clean..." he groans.