Novel & Cerita Stories Of The Rich

“I did. One time, Sulli made me. It was sweet. I like it, but I’d rather get a pumpkin spice latte.” Was this what they said ‘rich talks’? How can a person live his entire life not drinking instant coffee? And another one that gets the same amount of sugar but triple price? I don’t understand rich people, but aren’t all people trying to be rich one day? That’s why they’re losing sleep, that’s why they’re trying everything to get a job, that’s why they save, but only to be spent after a later while because of the premise that ‘we deserved it’, how many times did we go back to square one each time?

I want people to know that, rich or poor, we all have financial problems," Jason answered. "Exactly! Mr. Kittridge is the same. He truly wants people to learn. That's why he shares his wins as well as his losses. How many other rich people would do that?" "Not many," Jason said. "Most rich people don't want others to know how they got rich … much less tell people about their failures. "And has that caused you problems?" Asked Fidel. "Yes," Jason replied. "Some people have even called me a lair, saying there never was a rich dad."

She put her hand on her ear and whispered the information she gathered about the five men so far. When Ryan heard the information, her eyes widened in shock. “IS THAT TRUE?!” Ryan shouted, sitting on four legs. If she has a tail, it’ll probably wag in excitement. “I heard that they are rich. But not to that point!” “Believe me, my friend, my heart of capitalism beat so hard when I learned that my possible brothers-in-law are billionaires. I dreamed of bathing in a bathtub full of dollars.” The two crazy women looked at each other and laughed so hard.

"It would be so much easier if you just went out there and told them that the romours are true." "What?" "Yes, Christian. Tell them straight on that you suffered it and that it's gone now. Afterall it is gone, I've not really heard you struggle with it for some days now." He looked at me, really stared like what I was saying was foolish and at the moment, I did feel foolish. Of course I wouldn't know how being rich worked. He was the one who was born into it and I was sure they had gone through something like this before. So many things were involved with being rich. Your life no longer belonged to you alone, but to the wolves outside who only wanted to make some money and put food on their

Truly wealthy people seldom flaunted their wealth—unlike those flashy, nouveau riche types. "By the way, I have some news that I think you'll find interesting." Pierre suddenly sat up from the rocking chair. A mysterious smile spread across his face.

Even Alicia’s master bedroom can’t match the room. “Hey brother, this will be your room from now onwards. Please settle in and relax a bit. Later, we will go and buy you clothes. You need a whole new cabinet. I will leave you to get acquainted with your room” Dan explained to him. Josh thanked him and he left. Josh kept wondering how all over sudden his life has changed from humiliation and divorce to being a billionaire. In the afternoon, Dan and Josh went out in one of his flashy cars to shop for the new clothes. They packed outside one of the high-end shopping malls with VIP services. West end mall is one of the biggest malls in the city that most rich families go to shop.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.

Maybe her words weren’t completely wrong, but to Camellia’s ears, those words were like gasoline that consumed the flames within her. “Fathers and children are the same, greedy, greedy, one woman is not enough, and they always act as victims as if they were innocent,” Camellia cursed to herself. “I think that woman just wanted to take advantage of Crish’s wealth when, the proof was when I asked Crish about what the woman did, it turned out that Crish said he had just graduated from college and had not worked. See? I disagree even more, if someone is clearly the daughter of a rich, beautiful person, the daughter of a big company owner, then what else are you looking for, right? That way my co