Romans & histoires Second Class Citizen

"Clean up your appearance. You'll embarrass me if you look so shabby!" I smiled bitterly in my heart. "Understood." I knew that the Porters looked down on me. Whenever we returned to the Porter residence, I would be bombarded by their relentless insults. Vincent, the illustrious president of Porter Corporation, was excellent from every angle. I was the only dark spot in his perfect life, forcing him to endure his relatives' mocking. However, he was also the one who chose to marry me. If I could turn back time and get another chance, I'd definitely refuse to marry him.

No matter how important it might be to my working life. I won’t allow my little family to become the second choice in my life; no one deserves to feel like they’re not important to the one they love. Of course, it's thanks to Isaac and Elijah poking their nose into our personal lives, that Sebastian and I see clearly now. I must remember to thank those two tarts (not to mention our lovely PAs!) properly later on. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

I looked at him in shock. Waitress: Thankyou sir. Thank you so much. She started bowing at him repeatedly while crying hard. Dylan: It's alright but this is your last warning. Next time, don't ever insult someone. You shouldn't judge people by their clothes. Just because someone belongs to lower​ class, it doesn't mean that he/she have no rights to sit with rich people or breathe in the same air. A person's work and talent define his/her class not their clothes. Just like my Eve, she too belongs to a middle-class family. She doesn't need any Chanel or Gucci to adorn her beauty. In fact, her decent clothes and natural face is enough to give her an appearance of a queen.

This upset Carl very much, yet he dared not show it. “Humans are divided into three classes. The lower-class work with their hands, the middle-class work with their minds, and the upper-class work other people. Kareem is in the lower class while father-in-law, you are partially in the middle-class at most. However, Drake Tucker and his group are in the upper-class, do you understand?” Carl was shocked.

Her expression darkened, and she said sharply, "Whether you agree or not doesn't matter. I've already sent out the paperwork. Besides, your office has been given to Zachary." Then, she warned, "Either you accept the reassignment, or you leave. But take my advice. You'd better think twice before walking away. After all, the company's preparing to go public." Her tone left no doubt that I wouldn't leave. In fact, this had happened far too often. In just a year, a few remarks from Zachary had demoted me again and again. I had endured it before. Hence, Beatrice was certain I'd be even less willing to walk away now.

Nadia's life would be secure, and she would also benefit. But of course, Tirta didn't know about that. "Oh, so you're the home wrecker? How could you steal your best friend's husband? Are you so unattractive that you have to steal someone else's husband?" Melati asked with a disapproving look. "Honey! Why are you being so rude?" Tirta snapped with wide eyes. Instead of being offended, Ajeng smiled. A smile that Melati saw as mocking. "It seems that the quality of human resources in this country is truly alarming. Even though cell phones are advanced and information is everywhere, people still believe in the stigma that a second wife is synonymous with a home wrecker. I'm sure you've heard of

How rude. Usually, Class C was reserved for the students that weren't as bright as the others and I had to admit that it stung, even if a little, that she classified me amongst one of them. Sure, my previous school had been a public one and we were generally looked down on, but that didn't mean I didn't do well with my studies.

"When you are friends with the bosses of this place, there is no second rate parking." She must have been important to know the owners of this mall. More important than even Ozias and Ciaran. Money was something that controlled the world. In our world, it defined whether you were an A-class pack or nothing. Eugene had always coveted the title. Half-Moon was considered B-class by the royal family and it drove Eugene mad. The lower your rank, the less perks you had available, like paying a whole lot of taxes and unexpected land claims from the king.

Besides, there is no need to apologize for his mother's mistakes. This is just reality showing its ugly face to me. Rich people marry wealthy people. Low-class families settle for people in their class. Wealthy people don't go for low class. They look down on them and make them feel inferior. If Jayden and I are truly married to each other, this is the same problem I would be facing. I am a nobody. My father does not own a company. My mother is not an actress or a supermodel and I am nothing but a college degree holder. I have nothing to add to Jayden's status.

"Ye can't afford it, ye are a dreg. Don't waste my time 'ere." Sheila frowned. "Ye are a dreg too, why are ye rude to yer own person?!" "Hey! Whatcha yer word! W'o told ye I'm a dreg, I'm a second-rate." "It doesn't make any difference. The elites still consider second-rates as dregs. Shame on ye! I am only askin' ye for the price, 'ow rude." "A dreg can't read, why do ye want the newsprint for? Outta of here!"