Rich Dad Poor Dad Novel Novels & Stories

“You said you lost your parents. How were you able to scale through college on your own then? And why do you have an aversion to poor kids when you were once one?” She smirked this time. “Who ever said I was poor? My dad willed his estate to me. He was successful before he died, and his lawyer was faithful till he himself passed on. So I had no financial troubles. I helped your uncle out too, linked him to my dad’s friends. And as for the poor kids, I think you should avoid them as much as you can. If you were not family, I wouldn’t have wanted to have anything to do with you.”

“How famous is your family?” Xavier’s brows rose, though there was no mockery in his expression. “That depends on who you ask.” Joe, who had returned with another pot of tea, looked as though he was trying not to smile. “I mean it,” I said. “I knew you were wealthy, but I did not know it was like this.” “That it was this much?” Xavier asked. I lowered my eyes. “Yes.” He leaned back in his chair. “The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.”

Thea waited for Theo ahead, and Theo quickly caught up with her. A satisfied and happy smile appeared on Thea's face. "What are you thinking? You seem so happy," Theo asked softly. Thea said, "Theodore, do you know? Actually, the last time I saw my dad, I really felt sorry for him, I sympathized with him. I think he was originally born as a rich young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and now he wakes up to find himself with nothing. Can he accept himself in such poverty?"

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

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.

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

I looked at Dave and asked him. “Your dad is a billionaire?” I said surprised, that would explain the place we were at last night. He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. He closed his eyes and opened them, then nodded his head, “My dad was a billionaire”. I felt pity for him and his dad but there was no way I could help. “Now listen, young man, you cannot have Diana anymore, even if you both have the same alphabet starting your name. Poverty is real.” Dad cleared his throat as I looked at him with my mouth wide open.

The old nanny asked. "In that room where my mom was always there," Justin said. "Okay…" the nanny said and sighed. "Your father was the kind of person who would say this to me, there was no difference between one who was in debt and one who was too rich," the old nanny said. "What does that mean?" Justin asked. "One day, he said to me, what are the similarities between a very rich man and a poor man?" The old nanny asked. "What is it?" Justin asked.

she placed her hand on the boy's shoulder, staring at him with remorseful eyes, "the chasm between the rich and the poor in the world we live in, is insurmountable." "Mostly, rich marry rich and poor marries poor. That is the widely believed balance. Anything other than that is either seen as a charity case, or going below standards." She explained to the boy, "Now, we do not want to become charity cases to anyone, and that is why mommy is always working." "But we are not poor, Mommy, are we?" The boy asked her, after assimilating all she has said, "The lease on the cafe has been paid in advance and you did not take any loan for the house, therefore, no mortgage to be paid. So, we aren't poo

She was for me, and I was for her. "Mommy? Daddy? Why aren't you reading for me?" Our lovely daughter interrupted, looking back and forth her parents with her round adorable eyes. God, she always made my heart melt. "Alright, sweetheart... Once there was a carpenter..." I then started reading. Well, this was how my life should be. Perfect. -The End- *~*~*~* Adam Sebastian’s story is finally here!!! Check out “Playing With The Billionaire” Here on Goodnovel.