Rich Dad Poor Dad Novel Novels & Stories

Natalie's POV They say, "the poor are just fort the poor and if you are rich you are only for your fellow rich," that’s what I always hear from my classmates and socialite friends. Well, I'm one of them. In a private school, we study and almost all of our gang are children of the rich. We have our vehicles and are updated on gadgets. For me, it's easy to ask my parents for money as long as I keep my grades high.

My eyes grew wide. “Fred wasn’t so rich back then but at least he was comfortable so I pretend to be your mother until he went bankrupt and I got tired of him, I couldn’t stand the poverty, so I left, years after I left I found out that your dumb mother had recovered so I had her kidnapped and heed her away from everyone, I couldn’t afford to let her destroy everything I have fought so hard to build” she grinned. I was shocked, I couldn’t believe my ears, how was this even possible? maybe she was making all this story up “you are a liar!”

"Figures. If she had parents to teach her any better, she wouldn't be this pathetic, groveling on the floor like a dog." The laughter around me buzzed in my ears. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. "That's enough." Dad waved his hand and scowled. "We'll never see a dime from a pauper like her anyway. Have her beg for forgiveness and throw her out. I don't want her to bring misfortune to our family!" After hearing that, Mr. Brown hurriedly nodded. When he turned to look at me, his eyes were laced with venom. "Didn't you hear that? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Emerson!"

New pov Like my name , I'm regarded to be a flower, the colour of my family, my dad and mom, dad passed on some few months ago and it's left only mom and myself_ I see her longing to be with dad at every given opportunity, she almost had herself killed, accidentally falling down the stairs_ alone, I made up my mind to employ a maid that was going to take care of her, while I tackle my work_ Mr Richard's company, Richard is dad's godson, he is the definition of a rude and abrupt man, least I forget totally demanding.

"Don't sound so surprised. I'm full of hidden talents." He is. Breakfast is perfect eggs and toast and fresh fruit. We eat on the terrace overlooking the city, talking about everything and nothing. He tells me about growing up poor in Detroit, about his mother who worked three jobs to keep food on the table. I tell him about my father leaving when I was five and my mother raising me alone. We talk about books, movies and music. I learn that Richard loves old jazz and hates action movies. He learns that I read romance novels and have a secret addiction to reality TV.

I don't even get the treatment of a normal human being and these people think that they are achieving nirvana by demeaning us. "What's so great about you that you can speak such bull about me? A rich dad's spoiled and pampered princess who had never seen a day of sorrow, deprivation, or struggle, who do you think you are to curse me and my son? Just one rejection and you are already dying?? All my life, I have known nothing but rejection. Not only have I been rejected by Robbie, but also by my parents, my classmates, and even the entire society, and you think your sorrow is greater??"

The financial strain weighed heavily on me, but I was determined to do whatever it took to support her through this challenging time. My mother was one strong woman; she would always put others first. Lately, she started pestering me to stop her treatments, telling me she was eager to reunite with her husband again. She believed she was a burden to me, and that wasn't true. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that I wouldn't do for her. Since we lost Dad in a tragic drunk-driving accident five years ago when he was on a business trip, our lives have been a rollercoaster ride from there on; the people we thought had our best interests at heart deserted us in our time of need. My dad's rela

My father, Richard, was a conglomerate king. A man whose wealth shaped governments. A man who believed money was the only law that mattered. A man who never accepted loss. Alex was powerful. But my father built power out of destruction. And I had spent my whole life running from him. Before I met Alex, I had already abandoned everything. The luxury. The cars. The inheritance waiting in my name. I refused his money. Stopped using his cards. Left the city he ruled. I chose to struggle rather than belong to him.

"I Know it is too much to ask, just coming into your life and changing the way things work and I am truly sorry about it all, I will begin with rewarding you, I'll pay you everyday that you are with me until I can discard this issue." Coming from a billionaire, I knew it wasn't impossible. "I don't want money, at least not for now. If you're going to take care of anyone, please let it be Alex." This was finally my time to pay Alex back for all he had done for me especially when all I did was get in trouble. "Fine then." He smiled, "night time, prepare yourself." He took a piece of chicken wing from the table as he took his exit, "enjoy your meal."

"Daddy! You should look in the mirror and ask yourself why your daughter had to resort to selling her body. Why don't you ask your wife whether she has been providing for my basic needs all this time?" "Tragic, isn't it? I was born into a wealthy family, yet I had to sell my body just to cover my tuition fees and the medicine for my sick grandmother back in the village. Did you ever care, Dad, hmm?" Richard's tongue felt utterly tied. "What do you mean? Were you actually deprived all this time?" he asked. "Of course! Weren't you already aware of it ever since you found out I was sleeping in the storage room? Or do you still think that wife of yours is a kind-hearted angel?"