Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

But Mu Zi still felt that this move was not too good, with just one Qin Lu, wanting to mess up Mu Zi's reputation, wasn't it slightly naive? "Ms. Mu, I'm just the beginning." Qin Lu said, "Do you know what kind of people are on legal aid? The poor, the disabled, the murderers, the prostitutes, the addicts, the mentally ill ...... lower class pariahs in the slums, when they flock to you, can you refuse them all? If you do that, you are being unkind to the rich, and if you accept, and keep company with the likes of us, you will become as low and dirty as we are in the eyes of the rich!"

The largest shareholder in Verz Incorporation felt disgusted mentioning his nephew's husband's name, so he deliberately changed it to 'that bloody guy'. Abby, who initially felt strange about her uncle's question, slowly the suspicious began to disappear because she heard the information that Gregory had just shared. Meanwhile, Vanessa was still eating her meal in silence, and so was Joseph Martin Alonso's daughter-in-law. That atmosphere was quiet again, but the young lady suddenly thought back to her spouse, even though they were in different places from each other.

His words died in his throat. "Travis, you can walk," he stuttered out. "Did that surprise you, Uncle?" "I mean—no. I always believed that one day you would." "Save it." "Your wife is a petty thief. I told you that this girl was not to be trusted. She's a gold digger just like the rest of them. She only wanted the benefits that came with you, not you." "Save the speech, Uncle. My wife isn't a thief." "This is why there's a class difference between the upper and lower class—it's to avoid mistakes like this. Low-lifes like this were never meant to enter parties like this, to avoid situations like this. I mean, the lady clearly thinks the opposite. Your wife is a thief."

The source of the reckless fire that she’d chosen over the steady warmth I offered. The man who had caused the wreckage that I was now trying to help her climb out of. He looked exactly like the type of customer Izakaya Mori attracted: effortless wealth, tailored clothing, and a smug assumption that the world owed him respect. He was stroking the arm of the woman next to him with casual intimacy, completely oblivious to the waitress who was shaking two feet away.

When she finished, she sat at the edge of the bed, surrounded by a hollow silence. Before meeting Sean, she had neither prestige nor a name. Being well-known in her village didn't translate to being a media darling in the city. But ever since she aligned with Sean, her life had transformed. The wealthy man appeared kind and responsible, providing her with a lavish life where no material need went unmet. Yuan had been truly pampered, eventually becoming known to the public as Mrs. Alexander.

He said sarcastically. "um... they live in a rented house." "Very nice, What is their financial status?" "uhh, they will be like us appa. They are not poor." "They are not rich either. I don't want them to be super rich, but I want them to be at least better than us so that I can be sure that you will live in peace. But then, let it go as you both have years to come, you can earn more if you both get a good job. What is their caste?" He asked me which is another unexpected thing from dad.

he answered my question to him. Perks of being in a high position in a particular society. They can do whatever they want. Like in the world I came from, if you belong to what they call High Class, you can do everything you want, you can buy everything you want, and you can step on the people below you. When you are in the Low Class, you are the poorest in the world because all the people above you will enslave you, and they will do whatever they want with you.

“Why? Do you think my mommy doesn’t match him?” “No, no… That isn’t what I meant. I’m saying that he’s not from the same world as us.” “Then what kind of world is he from? Mars?” Tania wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. She had no choice but to explain, “I’m talking about the world that we’re living in now! It’s divided into two classes: the rich and the poor. At the same time, there are those from the upper echelon of society and those from the ordinary social class. He is at the top of the hierarchy and we’re just regular people, got it?”

Like a damsel in distress and a prince. A struggling businesswoman and a billionaire. I was worth nothing now. He was going to do whatever he wanted and I couldn't do anything. I signed the paper and handed it over to him. I wiped my tears angrily and watched as he examined the paper. “Good. You have two days to move out.”With that, he got up with his mistress and walked out.

“Simple. I am Christopher Grayston’s ex-wife. The remainder is up to you to determine. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to thank you for your time. I have companies to run.” My new assistant and I had a leisurely stroll together. He walked through the door and into the room where the two company employees were waiting and opened it for me. The hall was enormous, in keeping with the size of the two companies. I walked in and started dressing my employees in the attire of the newly elected president. However, I realized that everyone was preoccupied with making so much noise and was not even paying attention to me. No, not because they didn’t notice me arriving, but because they view me as someo