Rich To Rags Novels & Stories

"You had the nerve to cross Danny? You've got a death wish." In desperation, I bit down hard on one of their fingers. He screamed. Daniel's expression shifted. He yanked my hair back and snarled, "So you want to bite? Fine." He drove his foot into my back, and I hit the floor face down. The pain in my ribs was blinding, and I couldn't get air into my lungs. Before I could recover, he stepped down onto my wrist and looked at me with pure disdain. "Trash is what you are. Head-to-toe fakes, and you thought you could pass yourself off as someone in my league?"

My cheek burned like fire. The crowd went silent. I locked my eyes on Clara, refusing to flinch. My silence rattled Clara, but she lifted her chin again. "What are you looking at? Dressed like a pauper and still trying to play the heiress? If this jet is really yours, I'll bow and scrape." I broke free of their grip and yanked the ribbon off the tail. "Clara, do you even realize those letters, SV, are my initials?" "Shut up, you shameless bitch! Still running your mouth?"

It was evident from the uneasy look that some of them were darting towards him. Bastard. “Those people have more honour in their fingertips than you have in your entire body. So, Richard, who’s really the lowlife here?” She mirrored his fake smile, hers sharper than a blade. His eyes burnt, hands clenching, yet he oh-so-carefully adjusted his pinstripe tie as he said, “You went…missing for days, yet you somehow crawled out of your hole today. If you are here to cause trouble for me, I suggest you kill that thought now and leave immediately. This is my moment, and stinking rogues like you are not allowed here."

"Kate can't know about this. Ever. Do you understand?" Carol nodded. "And this—whatever this is—it's complicated. You're young, you're her best friend, there are a thousand reasons this is a terrible idea." "I know all that," Carol said, and there was steel in her voice now. "I've spent three days thinking about nothing but all the reasons this is wrong. But I don't care anymore, Mr. Rich. I want you. And unless you're about to tell me you don't want me back, I'm not going anywhere."

And her wide and bright smile could fool anyone. Charlotte turned her head to show Mr Richards that everything was under control. Mr Richards had been very nervous about the case. Mr Richards smiled back at Charlotte as he saw her face. He gave Charlotte a curt nod. Just as Charlotte was about to sit back on her chair, her eyes met the pair of eyes she never really wanted to see in her life again.

Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance. In Las Vegas the St Patrick brothers were known as rich mean billionairs they were obscenely wealthy and ruthless. They were ruthless and deadly. Angela stood on the pedestrian lane searching for a cab it was raining outside and she wnated to go home she saw a Lamborghini approaching her at high speed, she was able to escape being hit by the auto mobile but it splattered dirt water all over her body she was so irritated and enraged

"No one knows, when you fall in love, love is not based on status it's about how heart feels or tells, beside you came from a rich family, which they didn't know" "Not, anymore, I'm not rich anymore, I'm just a maid" "Didn't you feel anything for sir Lance? Belle answer me honestly"

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

That son of b*tch and the b*tch had not only showed off their relationship brazenly, but they also tried to embarrass North. North immediately turned around and asked Gerald without hesitation, “Mr. Gerald, how much does your car cost?” Gerald stared at her and said happily, “Two billion dollars.” North blinked. “That’s great.” …… Five minutes ago, Eiger had dropped Melinda outside the university entrance in a luxurious car. The two held hands together and entered the university like a lovely young couple. The crowd whispered among themselves. “Mr. Eiger is a wealthy gentleman. He also treats Melinda so well. I’m so jealous.”

I tell him. He scoffed "Hai cambiato Richie. Sei un re della mafia, hai il potere che molti desiderano possedere ma ti nascondi in questo cassonetto con delle stupide lesbiche. Non è così che ti ho cresciuto, Richie [You have changed Richie. You are a mafia king, you have the power many wish to possess but you are hiding in this dumpster with a some stupid lesbians. This is not how I raised you Richie]"