The Rich And The Rejected Novels & Stories

" I looked away. "I know how much pride means to you, but this..." She tapped the eviction letter. "This isn't just about pride anymore. You're out of a job, you're broke, and your ex is shacked up with your old boss. What do you have left to lose?" My throat tightened. She squeezed my hand. "Take control of the narrative, Ri. If life handed you a contract, maybe it's time you flipped the damn script." I stared at the card one more time.

"I, Xavier De vil, Reject…" "No!!!"

He let out, he was past this, long passed this, he shouldn't be experiencing rejection again, he hated it so much, didn't like this feeling of being powerless, he was rich now, was powerful, he shouldn't let their rejection get to him but he fucking worked hard for it, he wanted that mine and he had to get it, his goal was to become a trillionaire by the middle of the new year and if he could get those damn papers to approve them he would be on his way there, not just him, slot of people will benefit from it too. For once Caleb wasn't around to be his drinking buddy, he was alone, once again he was a loner, Caleb was out of town for business and he didn't want to disturb his only friend with

“D*mn it, I’m sure he’s from a rich family. He’s the kind of man that flaunts away his family’s wealth, in fact. I’m sure he’s going to end up squandering away everything he’s got one day!” “F*ck off, I was the one who handled his registration. He’s the chairman of Reivaj Group, a company worth billions of dollars, you idiot. He’s got so much wealth in comparison to you, yet you think there’s going to be a day when he’ll end up poorer than you? Are you high?”

Like the universe itself is against me. My palms unconsciously caress my bag. Three hundred thousand dollars and a gold wristwatch. It’s enough to move on, get my own place, and be better on my own. My mind flashes back to this morning—the money means I sold my body to a stranger. It’s dirty money. Using it feels like an insult to my dignity. But right now, I don’t think I have any other choice. No place to stay, no work. Maybe I can rent a small apartment and start from there.

"Handwritten. Four pages. She found stationery somewhere, actual stationery with a border, which is so completely Cara that I almost laughed when I opened the envelope." "Did you read it?" "Three times." She paused. "She didn't ask for forgiveness. She didn't try to explain herself into something more sympathetic. She just described what she did, and what she told herself at the time to make it feel acceptable, and what she understood now about why those things were lies." She was quiet for a moment. "She said Richard approached her because he knew she'd say yes. That he'd watched our family long enough to know exactly who to go to."

Her voice cracked open the room like thunder. “What does it mean, Damon?” she asked. “What the hell is a royal reject?” The words struck like a blade, but I didn’t flinch. “It means,” I said, voice steady despite the storm behind my ribs, “that you were never meant to be broken.” She blinked.

I say and make my way deeper into the room. "It's a good morning indeed". Aurora says as she walks around to her chair. "The chairman has sent for us". My heart drops to my stomach. Could it be that Alex really rejected our product? My mind flashes back to all the efforts we put into this and a wave of anger washes over me. How dare he? "It's about the product, isn't it?".