Rich Dad Poor Dad Novel Novels & Stories

“But I think it’s time you knew.” Summer’s heart sank, her fingers curling against his chest as a quiet storm brewed behind her eyes. “Then tell me. No more secrets, Thunder. Not after everything.” He looked away for a moment, jaw tense, breathing uneven. The sky above them pulsed with a distant rumble of thunder, as if mirroring the name of the man who now stood before her—equal parts savior and stranger. “There was a fire. Two years ago. In Toronto. I was finalizing a corporate deal with a pharmaceutical investor. We were at a gala—everything was supposed to be secure. But something went wrong. Someone triggered an explosion, meant to destroy evidence about illegal drug trials they were fu

Two children glanced at their mommy and giggled. "It was you, Mommy. At least according to Mr. Finch. You're feeling sorry for yourself." Mike reminded. "Oh, I forgot. Mr. Finch's story was so sad. I got carried away." Fay wiped the corners of her eyes as if she was wiping away tears. Both children rolled their eyes at the same time. Mommy is overdoing it! In his seat, Oscar was like a bomb about to explode in exasperation. Can't this girl see things from a different perspective? This was not the point of the story. The fact that she turned out to be the only daughter of a rich family should have intrigued him. Her life of poverty was about to end.

He knew he was living in denial but this was the sacrifice they had to face, and both of them knew they didn't want to lose the life they had both built to this point which is mainly the people in it. “Do we really have to continue like this? He keeps demanding too much!” Seth complained. He was really tired. Tired of following his dad's instructions like a duckling after his mother he needed freedom, they WANTED FREEDOM. The freedom they had both lost ever since they got born in the Richardson family. “I promise you, not for long, we will get through this!” Richaed affirmed him. And he is indeed going to find a way soon!!!

“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.

Karletta could never have imagined how someone as wealthy and prestigious as Dhira had endured such difficult times. "Mom once said that rich people love to step on poor people like us. But Mom and Dad also treated a woman like garbage when they were still rich. I don't need to look for my biological mother. I'm sure... her behavior was far worse than Mom and Dad's," said Karletta.

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

The vibration of Royal's phone cut him mid-laughter, and his smile morphed into something deadly as he glanced at the screen. "Speak." he half roared into the speaker and took off, leaving Lucious with his face covered in dough. "Daddy is rich, and we are poor.” Lucious intoned after a momentary silence and a flare of pain lasered inside. Wait for kids to attack you with the ugly truth. "Daddy is surely rich baby," I added, with a pang of bitterness lazing my insides. Did he really have to call me out like that? I was about to give Lucious a pep talk, something straight from Rich Dad; Poor Dad when Royal sauntered into the kitchen, a dangerous shadow marring his perfectly refined features.

"The poor one knew then that everything the rich one had could have been her own and thus, her quest for a much better life began. She killed her father and then his wife and she watched as the rich one came to her for solace. Next, she found a way to get rid of her grandfather and grandma too. The poor one and the rich one's mate were eager to be together and the rich one's mate also wanted to become the alpha. The poor one wanted to be Luna too so they found a way to transfer her assets to her mate and it was easy. Next, she planned a fire incident and set up the rich one. The poor one made sure to be there when the rich one was released from the hospital so she could revel in how disfigur

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

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.