Rich To Rags Novels & Stories

Warren forgot that he kept his wealth a secret from the rest of the world, that's why Olivia was so shocked to see just how ridiculously rich he was. "I guess the image you tried to keep up to the whole university was really a lie. 'Warreen the pauper'. What a load of crap," she said as she started laughing. She also fell for his charade. Pretending to be poor to the whole school, while being the richest person on campus. Who would do such a thing and put themselves willingly through such humiliation?

"But that doesn't mean I'll turn the other cheek." "Raeleigh is my woman, and I won't let just any men get close to her. Even if I am a beggar, I still have dignity." "You're right, Mr. Richards, but Flynt had already lost an arm for it. He's now a cripple who's watching over our ancestral business in the countryside. Why should you bother yourself finding fault with him?"

I hurried to the couch, grabbing my handbag and rummaging through it. "Where are my clothes?" I muttered, checking under the couch, around the floor—nothing. I turned to Richard, my stomach sinking. "Where are my clothes?" He shrugged. "Those weren’t clothes. They were rags. I threw them away." "You what?!" I clenched my fists, biting my lower lip to stop myself from snapping. Stay calm. Don’t let him ruin this moment. "And what exactly do you expect me to wear out of here?" I asked, trying—trying—not to lose my cool.

Rags said. There we go again. You know what Rags call me? Yes, little shit like seriously? Ok fine I'm short when compared to other's, but what's with that shit? Urgh I don't really know. She's my bestest best friend. Her name is Raghavi, in-short we all call her Rags. I call her boo. We both came to Mumbai together to pursue our studies.

How dare they? My teeth gritted so hard. I was fighting a beastly rage. A second ago, I was jittery. Right now, I want nothing but to face off with them again. I won before. I'm gonna do it again. Then I'm gonna grind them to dust, starting with their fucking Rogue King. Slice Elena up? They really went too damn far and that's gonna cost them. “I can't beat them in a fight.” Richard began. “I don't have an army. I spent all my years gathering so much wealth that I didn't bother building any bit of defense. Now I'm paying for my sins…”

Richard stepped in like a man walking into a graveyard. His face looked grey. Not pale. Grey. His eyes were red, lids swollen like he’d been crying for hours. His hair was slightly disordered, his coat hanging on him like he had forgotten what it meant to carry himself properly. He moved slowly, shoulders drawn in, as if the air itself was heavy. He didn’t look like a prince. He looked like a man whose world had collapsed and the rubble was still falling. For a second, I just stared at him. Because Richard did not cry.