Rich Dad Poor Dad Novel Novels & Stories

Radhika I drifted off from my sleep when I heard Arjun waking me up. I hardly slept for an hour, and it was the sweetest sleep I've had in a while. “We've landed, let’s go,” He said to me, advancing towards the exit already. I followed him as soon as I had his jacket on. Noticing many of his men in black suits were there to greet him. In seconds, their eyes were glued to me as they suddenly turned to me and glared at my body shamelessly. Their dirty stares made me feel so anxious and uneasy. As if they were undressing me in their imagination. I paced up to Arjun, he didn’t seem to notice them. He just acknowledged their presence with a nod as he helped me get into the expensive-looking car t

"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.

She left the only home she'd known and raised me alone. When I was ten, Dad tracked us down after his wife died. He told Mom he'd failed her but had never stopped thinking about her. But Mom was too proud to return to the Kirk family with him or accept his help. Because of what Mom went through, I'd never warmed to Dad. Later, when Mom fell ill and died, he couldn't even make it back for her final moments because of some business deal overseas. From that point on, I hated him. Whatever faint image I'd held of him as a father died completely.

Feigning shock, she sneered, "Rachel, are you actually taking a farm cart to school now? I thought Grandpa was an antique collector! Do you know my rides are all worth millions!" Then she breezed off to greet the other affluent youngsters who'd arrived in their chauffeurs. Turning back at me, she said, "Rachel, we're not even from the same world anymore. Daddy takes me to parties every day—unlike you, who's always filthy in the dirt." She stamped on my shoe. "Gross. My shoes are hundreds of times better than yours—stepping on yours is a favor." I didn't flare up. I crouched, wiped the dirt from my shoe with my sleeve, and looked at her calmly. "Are you taking out everything you suffered at t

She amble out of the office and return to her daughters ward and met Mina sitting at the edge of the bed with deejah while Hajiya lubabatu sat at far end of the room. * * * Ever since last night Alhaji hamza found out about Yushraf and Reedah identity. He couldn't think straight of a positive reason why they became like this. Because he knows their dad so well he was the reason behind all his wealth today. If not for Alhaji Sufyaan who help him by now he will still be on the street hawking. Tears well up his eyes because he can't exactly imagine a billionaire children became helpless one day too. Indeed this life is just a small world nobody knows tomorrow and that was the reason why he aske

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.”

My mum, Amelia, divorced my dad, Greg Addison when his new company went bankrupt. My life wasn’t all that tremendous the time I worked to graduate high school. I still don’t know how I got through College but it wasn't easy and living in this sort of way was hell knowing our mother abandoned us to go find another rich man. Such a gold digger! The loneliness soon led to my dad doing drugs to ease the pain he felt toward Amelia, at least that's what he presumed.

She stopped at the living room, she could feel the throbbing in her head. "Zara! Please come out. Please." She just stood there rooted, it was like the alarm was buzzing in her head: countdown, five, four.. Sweat clanged the corner of her hair, she checked her father's study, it looked rather untouched. Her father's favorite novel, 'Rich man, poor man,' sat there elegantly on the table. Hope. It needled through her, then vanished into thin air. She called again, this time more loudly, perhaps her daughter might hear her. "Zara!" The room was eerily quiet.