Rich To Rags Novels & Stories

Imagine that, I didn't even need to dance the whole night to earn almost close to half a million. "Where are we going?" I asked her. "Clean your things, we'll go to the nearest mall. We'll go shopping, and because among the two of us, I'm the one who doesn't live with any family, this will be my treat!" Yeah, Morette is an orphan. She walked away from her old orphanage because she have a dream and that is to be a billionaire. It's preposterous to hear, but she said she'll achieve it either by hook or by crook. What a dreamer.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

Richard hit the ground hard, groaning when his back cracked upon impact. Simon stepped forward and dropped on his haunches, clicking his tongue and not looking even a little bit rattled. "Look at you, Richie. So pathetic you have become. Why don’t you just give up? Why try so hard to get something that’s never going to be yours? Why waste your time and youth chasing a dream that’s only going to become a nightmare for you? Why? Why do this to yourself? I just don’t get it.”

“My ex-husband and his disdainful parents are about to lose their entire fortune in less than a month. And once they end up near the bottom, Rogers's trial will begin.” “I'm proud of you.” Raven gave me a warm smile. “You forced him to admit what he'd done to you.” “Not quite,” I corrected, “but he accused Rogers, and because Rogers will certainly repay him by telling his version of the story, the full truth will come out in court.” A wicked grin parted her lips. “I want to sit in the front row with a large box of popcorn and watch them tear each other apart.” “Kenneth will have to make room for Grant and Alistair,” I reminded her. “But yes, popcorn might be a good idea. Do you think I shoul

Was I supposed to kick up a fuss and then delay till I get my twenty million? But rich people were sometimes a little sick in the head, so I asked tentatively, “Do you… want us to have a catfight before we sign the contract?” Lily slammed the door in my face. Wind gushed in when it did, and it blew the two pieces of paper on the table to the floor. I quickly crouched down to pick them up, only to find that I did not have the energy to get back up. It hurt. It felt as if someone had dug a hole in my heart.

"This is the owner of RF 6688, Richard Rockefeller. Ritchie, this is…" Richard studied me, a playful gleam in his eyes. "No need for introductions. I already know her. Miss Taylor Jones, in the flesh! The celebrity among us!" My cheeks burned as I nodded politely. "Good evening, Mr. Rockefeller." "Why were you interested in my car?" Our eyes met. I could see the amusement dancing in his gaze. There was no way to dodge this. I straightened up, forcing a confident smile. "I hope you weren't too troubled by what happened that night.

I happily rubbed my hands. It’s time to achieve financial freedom and to reach the pinnacle of life by collecting trash. My son told me a specific location in order to prove his claim of authenticity. I rode a bicycle for an hour and finally I reached the trash can in front of a mansion. When I lifted the trash can lid, my eyes lit up. “No wonder they’re rich. Even the trash can smell nice.” There wasn't much dirty trash inside, mostly various gift boxes. I pulled out a sack from my pocket.

Diana asked. "Wealthy? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the Greysons. The man who used to be our gardener when we were little." "Uhh… I can’t remember." "Come on, Di. The gardener with the two-year-old daughter. Drietty used to share her toys with her." "Ohuu! That one? I remember now! But how did he become wealthy?" "When he lost his wife, Lady Miyani gave him one of her companies so he could raise his daughter better," Cardi explained. "But don’t ever call them wealthy. They’re rats compared to us."

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

He'd been determined to live his dream of getting rich fast. However, as things would have it, Rory lost all of his money overnight. How could someone with absolutely zero knowledge about stocks spend his entire fortune on it? Rory was such a joke! I thought he'd finally snap back to his senses and start doing some honest work to get himself back on track after losing all his money. However, this experience seemed to have the opposite effect on him. He seemed to have lost interest in life and spent every day idling away. When I saw him again, he was a miserable, unshaven mess as he waited for me at my door. He leaped toward me and got down on his knees before me, begging me for forgiveness.