The Rich And The Rejected Novels & Stories

James said with a sneer. Fabian's face flushed scarlet. "My father is rich. I can do whatever I want. With the wealth we have, I can get way ahead of those poor girls!" She said. Indirectly, she was referring to Sonia. "But as a judge, the only thing I look for is your capability. As for how much money you have, that's none of my business." Today, the little respect he had for Fabian disappeared. Her words made it evident she was a proud woman. His eyes flashed an extremely malicious and cold light. The way her family had brought her up was disgusting. Their son was a black sheep and their daughter was a stupid pig. If ever they lost the money they had, they would become beggars. They had no

“But you’d rather stay here in his villa than come with me?” I met his gaze, cold and unblinking. “You’re all cut from the same cloth. Get out. I don’t want to see you again.” He froze. The rejection hit him hard. I could scent the mix of anger and frustration pouring off him. Richard swallowed, masking his expression with a slow, strained smile. “I told you before, my life is stable now. I can provide for you and the child. But you would rather rely on Nathan than even look at me.”

He rejected me and our marriage. I looked up at him in shock as I then turned around to look at the faces of everyone who seemed helpless. Did they know I was innocent? I thought until my eyes landed on Danielle, who I had no idea was present. She gave me a smirk that sent more heat to my heart, which was already burning due to Richard's rejection. "How could you reject me?" I screamed at Richard. "That's because you are a whore and no man should be with a whore as a woman." He spat and I felt it in my heart.

“As long as the mark of the banished is on his neck, the hospital staff would neglect him, they would pray for his death.” “That will not happen. They can't do such a thing. Besides, my brother won't die and no prayer for his death is going to work on him.” Jace let out a loud and crooked laughter at my words. This time, he moved closer to me and held me by my shoulder. “You do not understand what is going on. But, that is the reason for the rebellion. The rebellion is to create equality, to bring back the honor of life. Why should children, innocent children suffer for the sins of their fathers? Sins that they might have known nothing about,” he asked me and I pondered on what he said deepl

“No one keeps sour food in his mouth for long. You were sour, so I had to spew you out of my family. Whether you like it or not my family doesn’t associate with poverty. If I hadn’t rejected you, you probably would still be on the street wallowing in poverty…” “Really?” Rod retorted and chuckled, “I have always known you as a man that justifies his iniquity in the midst of flaws. Isn’t it shameful that a poor boy you once rejected as a son-in-law is not just the heir to the richest tycoon today but also most wanted by you and your evil daughter…”

“The system took away my happiness, my bliss and it turned me into what you all see before you, a monster that you all made.” I felt disheartened by Ella’s moving statement because I was a victim of it myself. The same system had chewed me up both mentally and physically before it spat me out battered and bruised. She was right about one thing though, and it was that this system was a failed one. “Your grips on power will not last,” Ella proclaimed. “As I speak to you, more and more Rejected are rising from the shadows, no longer afraid, no longer hiding. We deserve a place in this accursed world and we will take it if it is not given.”

Someone pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside. Immediately, Nicholas caught my eye and signaled sharply with his hand, motioning for me to hide behind the long, heavy velvet curtains. I moved quickly and silently, pressing myself flat against the wall, concealed by the thick fabric. The man who entered walked slowly toward Nicholas’s wheelchair, his steps confident yet dripping with disdain. He stopped just a few feet away, looking down with a twisted smirk. “What a useless heir… Crippled and broken, left only to wait for death.”

"Does anyone dare to get closer to Madam?" "I have a feeling the brother-in-law's in the car. I'll send a Grand Gift to whoever can get him out of the car!" "I guess there are a lot of ultra-rich people out there. Crying my eyes out right now." "There are so many rich people in this world, so it wouldn't hurt to let me have one. 'Tis another night of drowning in my own jealousy." With the temptation of money muddling their heads, the onlookers immediately got closer to them.

Everyone’s rejected me. My father. My mother. And Cara? They took her. Maybe Cara would have rejected me, too. Maybe she would have seen what I really am; a rejected nobody, and turned her back on me, too. I’m nothing. I’m just a broken thing. A discarded thing, thrown away because I’m not worth keeping. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.

Her heart skipped as she read the name: Tristan Blake. “What does he look like?” She turned to Richmond. Richmond adjusted his seat before answering. “He’s hardly seen in society, but his name is always heard. From what I hear, Tristan is a cold, indifferent billionaire. You do not need him to be romantic, Joan. You need his shield.” Joan exhaled, taking in Richmond’s words. After what she had seen with Keon, she did not think she needed a husband anymore. If Tristan could only be there to protect her inheritance, that would be enough.