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Anthony Lee was one of the world's most famous actors and he was standing right in front of me. "Don't move... " he ordered. see you next chapter, you can follow me on fb @Authorfaithodulesi and Instagram @faithodulesi want to talk about my book? join Facebook group Faingels and interact with other readers ^*^

That money could turn the lives of me and my family around. Ryker also looked up from his phone as he heard the man's voice, he locked his phone and placed it in his pocket before folding his hands. "That's my Dad." He told me. Oh, my God! They must be super duper rich. Nobody spoke after Ryker's dad, but there was murmuring in the hall as Ryker's dad looked around to see the person who would challenge him. A man reluctantly raised his paddle, it seemed like he was being forced by his wife. I don't blame her though, if I had a rich husband too, I'd want him to buy me beautiful things.

The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. No wonder, he was so smart, thought Maddie, when he had and read such great book collections. Leaving the bookshelf, Maddie moved to a couch right across Andrew's bed and sat down on it, and then she fetched her phone from her pocket and started to type a text message to send to Audrey. "Hey, back from work yet?" she hit the send button after typing, and then looked up from her phone to admire Andrew who looked so cute with his solemn expression as he read.

Having a feeling that it is turning red by now. "Don’t you dare speak that way to my daughter. You don’t know what she has been through just to get in the position she is in right now." "Seriously, I have no care. For me, she is just someone who is trying to fit herself into a place she does not belong. I heard, you two came from both poor lives. Surely, you are enjoying every penny that dad gives you and want to captivate the whole mansion as well. Let me ask, how’s the experience of being rich?" I heard, they became poor for a sudden reason.

Karletta could never have imagined how someone as wealthy and prestigious as Dhira had endured such difficult times. "Mom once said that rich people love to step on poor people like us. But Mom and Dad also treated a woman like garbage when they were still rich. I don't need to look for my biological mother. I'm sure... her behavior was far worse than Mom and Dad's," said Karletta.

The vibration of Royal's phone cut him mid-laughter, and his smile morphed into something deadly as he glanced at the screen. "Speak." he half roared into the speaker and took off, leaving Lucious with his face covered in dough. "Daddy is rich, and we are poor.” Lucious intoned after a momentary silence and a flare of pain lasered inside. Wait for kids to attack you with the ugly truth. "Daddy is surely rich baby," I added, with a pang of bitterness lazing my insides. Did he really have to call me out like that? I was about to give Lucious a pep talk, something straight from Rich Dad; Poor Dad when Royal sauntered into the kitchen, a dangerous shadow marring his perfectly refined features.

he says and chomps on the food like there's no tomorrow, "You know nothing about that, do you?" "Nope, I've been rich all of my life. My dad grew up poor, though," I say to get down to his level, "But he never went hungry, he started fucking housewives for food and shelter. He's a fucking legend, man, you'd like him." "Yeah, I know who your daddy is," he scoffs, "Most handsome businessman or whatever. I fucking hate pretty people... not you, though. And I guess your dad can get out of my shit list."

"Sorry, Sevi Baby. I might still be working that day." "You work too? I saw on the internet that when people have lots of money, they don't have to work. Your house is big and your cars are really cool. You have lots of money, right, Auntie Heath?" Heather laughed. Always entertained by my kid. "Auntie has expensive taste, so I have to work. If I run out of money, who's gonna spoil you and your Mommy?" Sevi nodded seriously, like he'd just received critical intel. "Okay, Auntie. Work hard then. Can we just do a video call? Or watch the video Mommy records?”

" I shook my head. Too much time had passed, and I had long forgotten. He tapped on the laptop. I put the laptop on the desk, then took his tiny hand and helped him down from the bed. He said in his childish voice, "My dad is super rich. He wouldn't care about this little bit of money."

Then, she slammed my head against the ground. "Or else what? You think you have people? In Kingston, who would dare go against Daniel?" She kept smashing my head down until warm blood trickled across my cheek and splattered on her shoes. Clara lifted her foot and rubbed her shoe against my face with contempt. "Filthy blood from a pauper like you. Look what you did to my shoes. Lick it off!" I spat at her instead, rage flaring through the pain. Her eyes blazed with even crueler malice. "Still defiant? Someone like you couldn't afford a plane ticket even if you sold yourself. But lucky you, I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you experience what it's like to board a jet."