Rich To Rags Novels & Stories

I wore a facemask, hiding from watchful eyes, and for the first time, I told her everything—about Simon, about the marriage that had nearly destroyed me, about the lies spun so tightly I couldn’t breathe. She listened, eyes blazing with outrage. “That’s it. Never trust those rich assholes. They’re always hiding something—cheaters, liars, psychos. There’s always something rotten.” I laughed weakly. “I was rich once, remember? And I wasn’t any of those things.” “You,” she said firmly, “were the rare exception. And that’s why you have Ajax. He’s proof of the good in you.” She reached over to pat his head. “That boy is pure blessing.”

Rain dotted the windshield, a quiet drum of guilt and indecision. He could go up. Knock. Beg. But what would he say? That he wasn’t the man she thought he was? That he’d been raised in a house where wealth was just another weapon? That Talia Blake had once been more than just a name — she’d been a negotiation? He was rich, yes. But not free. Not in the way Catherine was. And somehow, loving her felt like a rebellion — like daring to want something honest in a world where everything came with strings.

He quickly shouted, "Alright, alright! Stop talking. I'll pay you, okay? Mom, transfer the money to him!" Hearing that, Vivian was on the verge of losing her mind. The Thatcher family was in such dire straits, yet her son was still playing the fool with money. They could not even scrape together 300,000 in cash right now, let alone 30 million. Their family had fallen on hard times long ago. They had no liquid assets to withdraw. At this point, even their house and cars were mortgaged. They owed the bank hundreds of millions. If they could not pay it back, they would lose everything.

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy. I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month. The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.” “Yes, Your Highness!” I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.

"The Rags Scholar!" "Hehe! I'm surprised someone remembered me!" Rags, better known as the Rags Scholar, flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Walking up to the wooden sword still sticking out of the ground, he leaned against it with one hand. Turning toward Hwata, he said, "My dear apprentice—it's been a while! I'm so poor that I can't even afford a drink and have to sell my swords… I only have the peachwood sword my wife gave me."

His company is one of the greatest companies in the city, and also very popular, because of how trusty and reliable they are. Edward wore normal simple clothes, which were black shorts, and a white shirt that hugged his perfect figure properly. His chest is huge, because of the six-pack which he has. Edward's lips were pink like that of a newly born baby, which is very eye-catching. When I met him alone on the street, I couldn't realize that he was a famous billionaire because I have never had an interest in him, since all I want in my life is to hold my own production company, without the help of my parents.

Karma will pave the way Maria woke up quickly and made up her bed. She just folded the blanket, rolled the mattress and grabbed her coat and gumboots. She put on the big cowboy hat and it made her look like a shepherdess. Sister Mary gave her an axe to chop some wood so that she could be able to make fire. The big black pots were already filled with water to cook the porridge. She chopped the woods with trembling hands. It was so freezy and the frost was covering the surface of the ground. Her hands were frozen and it was difficult for her to continue with the chopping but she had no other way to avoid her duty.

Millicent came out of the cafe and joined us in the car. We spent the rest of the day arranging my new clothes in my closet. " Clover can I ask a question? please don't get mad" Doe said " sure ask away" I replied " umm what have you been doing all these years as a rogue?" She asked. " Uh nothing really just normal rogue stuff like running from rogue packs, stealing from rogue packs and normal packs, hunting wildlife, avoiding humans and travelling from one place to another" I shrugged.

Richie's jaw clenched, his response barely above a whisper. “Then we're already running out of time.”