Rich Dad Poor Dad Summary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"The poor person started her search for a far better life when she realized that all the affluent person had might have been hers. She murdered her father and then his wife as she stood by and let the wealthy one come to her for comfort. She then discovered a means of eliminating both her grandmother and grandfather. Both the wealthy individual and their partner were anxious to be together, and the partner of the affluent individual aspired to take the lead. The unfortunate one aspired to be Luna too, so they effortlessly discovered a method to transfer her possessions to her partner. She then organized a fire incident and set up the wealthy one. The impoverished one made sure to be present

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.

The environment was cool and spacious and I fought the urge to open my mouth in awe. I had always thought that my Dad was wealthy until I met Dominic. and Nelly was a good replica of her cousin. if my Dad was rich, then Dominic was wealthy. filthy wealthy. since I met Dominic and Nelly, they haven't failed to awestruck me with their dazzling wealth and classic living. not that we were poor but this was overwhelming.

Thea waited for Theo ahead, and Theo quickly caught up with her. A satisfied and happy smile appeared on Thea's face. "What are you thinking? You seem so happy," Theo asked softly. Thea said, "Theodore, do you know? Actually, the last time I saw my dad, I really felt sorry for him, I sympathized with him. I think he was originally born as a rich young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and now he wakes up to find himself with nothing. Can he accept himself in such poverty?"

Salsa asked and once Rod shook his head, she asked, “And are you really ready for this? Do you know who your father is in New York? You have got the power, wealth, name and you think you are going to find it easy living off it, huh?” Rod forced a smile and shook his head obnoxiously, “Before we became rich, we were wallowing in poverty. I have tasted poverty and can show you vouchers. Poverty is not strange to me. if it is the only price I will pay to prove my love for Melissa so be it, also if it is the only price I will pay to prove my hatred for that gold digger, Opula so be it.”

How dare he breathe with the aid of expensive machines, while my father had fought for every gasp of air. My entire childhood— my suffering— had been because of this man. And there he sat, fragile but alive, still reaping the benefits of everything he had stolen. “Father,” Dean said, breaking the silence. “I brought someone you need to meet.” Richard blinked and looked past his son for the first time, finally noticing the figure in the doorway. His dim face lit up instantly. “Oh! You finally brought a wife. ” His voice cracked, but excitement shone through. “Does this mean I’ll get to see my grandchildren before I die?”

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.”

“Mom, I didn't want to tell him about the bill and our struggles. I didn't want to let him know that we were....” “Poor?” She asked me to finish my sentence. Nodding my head, yes, she spoke once more. ‘Emily, he doesn't look like the kind of guy who cares about how much money a person has. He was just concerned and you shouted at him for no apparent reason. He was being so kind and you just went off like that. I am sure I thought you better and so did your dad. So, what if the entire world knows that we are poor, I don't care. All I want to know is that my baby girl is happy. Money means nothing to me and neither should it to you. Your dad and I raised you better than this and I'm very much

Anna's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Aidan's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Aidan is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

If only his parents could realize that. “That’s the spirit, baby. Always remember that irrespective of what other people say, the truth is you give me the energy to surge ahead, to dream big. This is just a passing phase everyone goes through at some point in their life. We can overcome it.” Eva gazed into his eyes and smiled. “Dad had a tough childhood when my grandfather’s business went bankrupt. They were almost homeless, but luck favored them and my grandfather found a good investor who pulled them up. Having gone through poverty, it is not right for him to judge you. Not everyone is after his billions.”