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Your dad and I are just going to have to keep molding him in the projects a bit longer. My gaze froze. Darkness crept into the edges of my vision, and a loud buzzing filled my ears. It was an act… The poverty was fake. My family was filthy rich. They had deliberately pinned that 100 dollars on me too… "No, no… That can't be true!" I lunged at Dad, wanting to grab him and scream at him, but my fingers passed straight through his body. "What the hell?" I collapsed heavily onto the floor. As I realized what was happening, a choked sob escaped me. "I'm dead…"

"Dad!" "What? Who wouldn't drool over this guy? If this is how he really looks and this isn't one of those digital editing you people do, then this man is worth being gay for." "But he's rude Dad. I don't think I'll be able to put up with him and his attitude." "What's even so bad about this guy?" "You should wait until you meet him Dad. Be patient." ********** "What do you mean by that?" "You've gone bankrupt Richard! All your wealth, all your earnings and nothing to show for it. And now, you're letting me suffer for it." Brittany gritted her teeth in anger.

“No. Grandma, I didn't. I didn't take even a single penny. Promise.” “Are you telling me Dahlia, the one you dated last night was a wealthy man? So that's how you smell? Kind of a wealthy woman. Hmmm?” Grandma has a keen sense of smell, especially when it comes to money. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you.

“I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.” “But when you said that his mother is annoying you Mommy, I think it’s because she also thinks that you are poor” Jack explained his side. “Ohh..is that so?” she was pondering how to explain the concept of rich and poor to her son when she heard the warm voice of Mark. “No, we are not poor.” “Son, come here” Mark chuckled and waited for Jack to sit beside him. “To some people, being poor means you don’t have enough money to live a comfortable life”

Still feeling doubtful, he had left her to read in her rocking chair while refusing to acknowledge that she was right—that he was a good father. Richard glanced at his watch, waiting for his friend to show up and wondering if he had forgotten what they had talked about the previous night. He would have to admit that he needed counselling from a knowledgeable man who understood men that were in his position of life and his friend had suggested one who lived a few blocks away but he had not given him an address. Richard pushed his mug slightly and stood up to get a better look outside. By now, the men from the mission school had left the bar and the rain had suddenly stopped. With no men to ta

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!”

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.

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.

“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 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??"