Rich Dad Poor Dad Novel Novels & Stories

“Sophie doesn't talk down at me, she isn't the most patient person but she isn't mean and full of herself. I just want to teach her uncle and his wife a lesson they would never forget.” “If that's what you want to do, then it's fine by me” his father shrugged, leaning fully on the black velvet chair, he watched his son pace their small living room. Almost 25 years ago during the saddest and loneliest time in their life, they had found a little boy abandoned in front of the church, Sarah had held the child and the smile on her face shone brighter than ever, he had been worried because he didn't know if they were both capable of losing another child if the real mother appeared and asked for he

The greatest love scammer falling for that guy? I laugh “I'd rather die right now than be a man's housewife. Besides, loyalty is a luxury that even rich people can't afford. They only have fleeting emotions, they don't stay loyal.” She chuckled “Who knows? Maybe he will change?” “This is not a fictional book, where they slowly developed their feelings in the middle of their marriage. Trust me, I'll just drain him until he has nothing left.” I answered and she just hummed as a response Our conversation was cut short when a soft knock echoed the room.

I snatched my phone from my pocket and opened the ride app. A taxi was five minutes away. My fingers trembled—not from fear, but from adrenaline. My grandfather spoke suddenly, voice so soft I barely heard it. “Vindel…” I paused. Not turned. Just paused. His voice was different. Not cold. Not angry. Something else. I kept my back to him. Behind me, I heard him inhale shakily. Then, so quietly, he whispered to the empty room: “I tried.” For a moment, I felt something in my chest twist painfully. Something that reminded me he wasn’t just a billionaire. He was a man who buried his son and daughter-in-law and tried raising their daughter alone.

“Number six? Mom… really?” She waved her hand like it was nothing. “The others ended badly, yes. You remember. Your father was number one—left when you were little. Number two drank too much. Three was controlling. Four had gambling problems. Five… well, he just wasn’t right for me. But Richard? He’s kind. Successful. Devoted. He owns multiple companies—tech, real estate, investments. Several estates too. And he has private security. The man takes care of what’s his.” I rolled my eyes and looked out the window as the city gave way to rolling hills. “Sounds too good to be true. You always say that at the beginning.”

The only interaction they had was when he walked past me and placed the plate of grilled ribs in front of Grace. It was his best dish. Back then, we interviewed a dozen nannies of various ages and genders. Not only did he know how to make Grace’s favorite grilled ribs, but he also knew how to make my son’s and my favorite pasta dish. He claimed to be from the countryside with little education. He was four years younger than me and was a single father with a daughter. I felt sorry for him. Besides, he was asking only half the going rate for a nanny, so I hired him without any hesitation.

"Poor Mommy. You had to come and plead with this nasty woman just to keep her occupied so she wouldn't ruin Daddy's plans! But it'll only take three days this time. "Three days from now, once Daddy gets that chalice from the antique store and auctions it off, he'll get millions of dollars without having to lift a finger! "Then, not only will we get the old house back, but we'll also be able to pay off all the debts. And with Daddy's knowledge of the future, he can easily invest the money wisely and become the richest man in the country!" So, I arranged for someone to look into Nathan's movements and figured out what he was planning to do.

My dad moved in with my stepmother. That night, I lay in bed. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not fall asleep. I had been spoiled by my family's wealth. The sudden change to poverty was unbearable. I messaged my dad. 'Find me another rich man to marry. This time, don't get someone who's picky.' I've lived like royalty from birth. I couldn't let myself sink into poverty now. Marrying a rich man was the best option I had. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a new message. 'Do you need me to give you another chance?'

“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.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if a billet comes flying into the car the moment Nick starts talking because there are no depths of evil the Rutherfords haven’t reached. “I had to save my life. I was poor. Very poor. So poor I couldn’t afford anything, not even a shirt. My father was a gambler, my mother was an alcoholic, my younger sister died from severe yet untreated heart diseases, my elder brother ran away from home many years ago. I’m the only surviving family member… that’s if my elder brother isn’t dead. I had to drop out of college in my second year. I roamed the streets, homeless for four years but one day, while working at a strip club, I met Mr Ricci Rutherford. He asked me to play a gam

Me, Mum, and Raine have made a pointed effort not to speak to me today. Dad had died as dramatically as he had lived. Accidentally shot himself while trying to rob a jewelry store. I watch as soil covers the expensive coffin, wondering if we have splurged a bit too much on the funeral. We aren’t rich or even comfortable. Dad lost his job at a factory when his debtors kept on showing up. Mum has never worked a day in her life but somehow, has developed a taste for silk and cashmere. I work at a printing press and barely earn enough to keep my apartment. We’re running behind on our mortgage and Raine is a high schooler.