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She took a deep breath, which did nothing to calm her down. And eventually, she snapped. "Because we are broke, Jake!" Scarlett glared at her boyfriend. "We got thrown out of our apartment, and now we are eating dinner with your billionaire dad. And you told him it was because you missed him when the truth is that we need his money! We are leeches, Jake!" Jake raked his fingers through his dark hair. "Do you have a better idea then? My dad is a billionaire. He won't care if we borrow some money, and he certainly won't miss it!"

"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.

"You see darling, your father did not understand that gambling isn't for the poor and wretched but only for the rich who have enough money to lose. You poor people should stop getting hopes that you'll make it big from the rich, nah, it doesn't work that way. You don't get to have it easy; you have to strive and suffer for it." He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary."

And now, I'm left to drain myself in part-time jobs that could barely pay the fees for Sophie's education. The house we lived in wasn’t one that would make your eyes sparkle or twinkle, very average if I must say, but it was sure as hell comfortable. “Aahhhh!!!” Sophie’s scream echoed through the whole house interrupting me from my thoughts. I quickly ran down the stairs seeing Sophie in dad’s room. “Sophie? What's-...?” I gasped as my eyes widened to see dad lying unconscious on the ground with his puke all over the floor. You have to be kidding me!

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.

I sat on the swing chair and had a glass of wine beside me as I began to read. Rich Dad Poor Dad, a book known to have transformed many lives. Though it was not my first time reading this book, I preferred to always read and read it again. As I was reading, the mansion was quiet but the TV was on—with the mute on. I was about to flip the page of the book to another when my eyes suddenly caught Tyler’s face on the news. I squinted my eyes. What has he done this time? I picked the remote from the center table and unmuted the TV, but with a minimal volume.

LEVI'S POINT OF VIEW The room goes still at my question, as everyone goes rigid, their postures tense as that of a scorpion in the face of danger. Richard, the kid's father flares up as he clenches his hands again "I am not oaying you a damn fortune, for you to accuse my son of a crime he did not commit. You are supposed to get this mess under control and make sure he does not go to jail." His father roars beside him, the latter extremely, and suspiciously quiet as he rubs his palms nervously

A senior who had taken one look at me and decided I was his personal stress relief. Every hallway, every lecture hall, every chance encounter had come with that same sharp smile, that same predatory calm, like he knew he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. Because he could. Chase Hunter was rich. Untouchably rich. His father was one of the wealthiest men in the state, and money wrapped around that family like armor. My mother’s eyes hardened, the warmth draining out of them as she crossed her arms. “Who said I’m doing this because of you?”

"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 snatched my phone from my pocket and opened the ride app. A taxi was five minutes away. My fingers trembled—not from fear, but from adrenaline. My grandfather spoke suddenly, voice so soft I barely heard it. “Vindel…” I paused. Not turned. Just paused. His voice was different. Not cold. Not angry. Something else. I kept my back to him. Behind me, I heard him inhale shakily. Then, so quietly, he whispered to the empty room: “I tried.” For a moment, I felt something in my chest twist painfully. Something that reminded me he wasn’t just a billionaire. He was a man who buried his son and daughter-in-law and tried raising their daughter alone.