Rich Dad Poor Dad Novel Novels & Stories

the richness you or viranica or anyone having is nothing compared to him he is one of the richest person in the world his dad and mom are the most kindhearted people I have ever seen they never cared about status or fame they treated each and everyone equally their business AK group of companies are world famous those are the same companies your grandfather and so called father Raghu ruled sorry ruling your dad didn't died in a accident your grandfather killed him and made your mom to marry Raghu your mom dont know that she married him for your sake but the truth is your own grandfather behind all these and your grandfather's crime partner is Raghu in order to marry your mom for money he kil

As such, Mom went to work as a helper for a rich family. Mom was beautiful and was often subjected to harassment by her employer. She came home crying and left for work in tears. Dad never stood up for her, only saying, "Life isn't always what you want it to be." Thus, she learnt how to keep her head down, resulting in her current demeanor. Yet, Susan's back was perfectly straight, her head held high. That was because Dad was the source of her strength. At the secondhand luxury store, I dealt with wealthy clients and naturally had connections. A quick check revealed everything. Dad wasn't just rich; he was powerful, too. He was the Broadcasting Corporation's elusive boss.

During Thanksgiving and Christmas months, I wouldn't even go home to my parents' because I didn't want her to feel alone and left out because she didn't have a family to call her own. I worked hard so that I could provide her with a home and a family. To save, I refused to waste money on medication or doctor's visits, wearing only the cheapest second-hand clothes I could find. I worked myself to the bone until white hair began to streak my head. But now, I found out that Irene was not an orphan. In fact, she was a wealthy heiress with a wonderful family of her own. I suddenly recalled the words some of her friends had said that other day.

Each one of them stated a certain dish she should cook. Ellena frowned. If he had something he wanted to eat, couldn't he have just said it out loud? After all, they had just met about half a minute ago, didn't they? Would it really hurt him to talk? Even then, she wasn't really surprised. Rich people had always been known to spend money, even her siblings were this way. Back when she was poor, she remembered how hard it was to drag by every month because she couldn't afford to pay her phone bill. To send so many text messages so easily? Her past self would've died from a heart attack!

I'll forever continue to love Edward and my siblings. Things Are tough, because life is filled with challenges….. but if at first, I don't succeed, then I'll redefine success. Staring at my family members who are now screaming to the world how happy they are….. I close my eyes and scream out loud. "Stop being so cute Edward, IT HURTS." They all kept quiet and stared at me with their brows slightly arched. "Edward, you are my first and last thought of every day, and everyone in between….. let's make this love of a Rich Billionaire who's Dumb to work!" I started while smiling at him. The end!

Sophie's mom asked, "That man that looks retched, that suffering Is written on his forehead, the man that poverty Is smelling all over his body" Sophie's dad said, "don't you see that covetousness has taken over his life, and he's coming to take over my business just like that In the name of son In law" Sophie's dad said, "If you have a problem with my daughter getting along with a man that's Interested In her, then, I will tell her to leave your job and face her life" her mom said,

Richard was not anything like how Mom and Jessica described him in my past life. He was not moody, controlling, or violent at all. Instead, I found him incredibly smart, though proud and with a high ego. The tension between him and Mom surfaced shortly after we moved in. Mom was a complete trophy wife: all looks and no brains. Honestly, she and Dad were actually a perfect match. Dad had always been a textbook rich kid with more muscles than brains. He only managed to marry Mom thanks to his family's money and his reckless confidence.

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

The debt collectors kept turning up at the door after that, and Dad got so mad at Randall that he gave himself a stroke and had to be hospitalized ultimately. Mom sold off all the properties still under their name and managed to pay off some of the debts, but they were penniless now. She got so desperate that she even sold off the dilapidated flat, and she was now living in a damp, musty rented basement with Dad, surviving only on stale bread.

Dad chuckled. “He is thinking like a true businessman. That would be a great idea. My grandbaby is going to grow in wealth, and she will never know hardship. It’s a great idea to build a foundation for her when young,” he replied with a smile. I shook my head; the rich really want to become richer. I reminded myself that I am rich now myself; Dad’s shares are now in my name, and that is a lot. We got to Mom’s room, and we both sat beside her. She is still in the same condition as when I met her; nothing has changed.