The Poorest Rich Man Novels & Stories

When he finally thought he was qualified to stand by Calla's side, she already had a fiancé. Just as he was lamenting that he had grown up too late, his parents revealed that the family was actually very wealthy. The revelation devastated him all over again. He was utterly crushed. If he had known his family was so wealthy earlier, he could have helped Calla years sooner. Yet he completely missed his chance with Calla and had to watch her become that scumbag's wife. Later, he thought that perhaps it was fortunate his family had pretended to be poor. Otherwise, he would not have been bullied and would never have met Calla.

I point at her, "She can give you anything you need." "You want MY poor sister to give me compensation for what you did to me? How fucking cheap," he shakes his head, "You are a cheap man. That's extremely disappointing, but I've heard before how rich people are the cheapest motherfuckers ever." "Yeah, they are," someone else murmurs. "Ivy is not poor, she has access to my money," I let him know, but he's still shaking his head in disapproval, "Man, even if I write you a check, it's going to come from the same fucking account! It's the same shit!"

He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me and began to sniff. I stood him chest to chest and said, “oh, are you going to stand there and say nothing? You don’t have anything to say right?” I asked. “I have said my mind” he completed. I shook my head and said, “the rich do whatever they want, and they do not care about the consequences of it on the poor” “so hilarious” I added. “That’s because the poor doesn't have what the rich ones have and it will take ages, centuries and even their generation to make it” he spilled out.

Not only had his wealth ballooned to 300 million, he'd already converted every cent of it into usable supplies. Right now, he was unquestionably the richest man in the world, outranking second place by tens of thousands—maybe even millions—of times over. "You're unbelievably selfish," Ray said, deliberately raising his voice. "Just because you don't want me to be able to spend my money, you're actually hoping this disaster never ends? Do you want all our neighbors, everyone here, to suffer?" By now, a small crowd of curious onlookers had gathered to watch the drama unfold. Ray's words carried clearly to them.

"You're really useless. Do you watch TikTok a lot? Do you believe that nonsense?" "There are indeed many rich people who live simply like that in Hua Du Province," said Hao Jianbin with a cynical smile. "Then..." He looked at Fernando. "But they are rich from renting out property. As for you? You're just a courier. How dare you compare yourself to them." He shook his head dismissively. "Have you ever seen anyone get rich by working as a courier?" "I have!" Joyce finally couldn't hold back. "Fernando has more money than you think!"

They praised Kent for his talent, his kindness, his gratitude, and for the fact that his siblings’ lives had improved because of him. Who would not call Kent exceptional? “How can I compare to him, Dad? Do you know who’s the richest person in Wiltspoon?” Geraint replied, “How would I know? I don’t even know who the wealthiest person in our township is. Truly rich people are low-profile. They don’t brag about their wealth, for fear of others asking them for a loan.

The man with the most money was always right! Javier had not planned to give a d*mn about this new guy, but now, he laughed and looked at him. “Oh, you’re very rich, are you? Let’s play a game we rich folks play in our free time then. Let’s see how rich you really are.”

I couldn't believe that being rich was also a huge threat to a person's life. "Being poor or unsuccessful is the worse thing that can happen to anyone" he said. "At least they have peace of mind, something that you don't, they have their freedom and no enemies" I rolled my eyes. "Poor people would give anything just to be where I am today, the bigger you are, the more enemies you have, besides no one said poor people don't have enemies" he said. I chuckled "well I don't have enemies..." He laughed. I stared surprisingly at him "I'm serious I have no enemies Mr.Chancy."

“Little Boy, are you three years old? How can you be so naїve? This world is all about money. Money can practically do everything and it represents strength! “The rich are superior to the poor! Only poor bastards like you would say something like that—cowardly dogs barking but too afraid to bite! Laughable!”

He threw his head back as he burst into laughter, “Rich?" “Aren't you rich?" “How do you know I'm rich?" “I guessed so." “Wrong guess," He turned me around and I was facing him. "I'm not rich Cleo. I'm as poor as a church rat,” he said and snapped his finger against my forehead. I rubbed my forehead, my eyes darted in confusion, "But? The sleek cars? Expensive clothes? And?” "It all comes with the kind of work I do. Take the work away and I'm nothing," He made a puff sound at the end and also snapped his fingers in the air.