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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.”

“You want to live with Dad, right? We can live a happy life together. Dad promises to always be there for you.” Dinda frowned for a moment, seemingly thinking. Sebastian waited for the answer with bated breath, hoping that the words that came out of his daughter's mouth would heal the wounds in his heart. But then, Dinda said in an innocent tone, "I want to live with Mommy... and Rich Daddy." Sebastian fell silent. His heart seemed to stop beating, and time seemed to slow down. "Rich Daddy?" he whispered, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

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.

Mom nodded, "Just be careful, guys can be cunning most times, though I trust you, I know that you can't let yourself be deceived, and remember, pregnancy out of wedlock is not allowed in this house." I chuckled, "I know Mom, I won't let you and Dad down, I promise." "Is he rich?" She suddenly questioned me. I tried to detect if Dr. Raphael was rich or not, but I couldn't conclude, all I knew was that he could afford more things than we could. "I don't know." Was my reply to Mom. "Just remember that we're poor." She said and with that, she began to eat.

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

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 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 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

Lucas said and he snatched the magazine and opened the page Derrick was referring to. Vesa was silent. He was too shocked. Lucas read it silently and he looked at Vesa with his shocked look. Vesa furrowed his brow in confusion. Lay was curious to grab the magazine and read it together with Vesa who finally made up his mind to face any truth about his father. As soon as he finished reading it, Vesa was silent. He really felt it was all nonsense. "Derrick, how could it be my father? I can't believe it. The magazine is wrong. There's no way my dad is a billionaire. No way. He's poor. He even visits me once a year. It's because he's poor. How could he be that rich?"

" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that! Kevin grew even more triggered when he caught the cold fury in my eyes. He flew into a rage as he spat, "Did you think that someone would suddenly barge in and save you, you little mongrel? "Only poor, dirty rats like you would believe in rags-to-riches fairytales. Don't you love acting pitiful? I'm going to give you something to actually be pitiful about!" He then raised the hammer in the air once more, aiming for my good leg next.