The Rich And The Rejected Novels & Stories

Chante's mom said, while tears dripping down from her eyes, "Mom, stop all these, stop crying, you still have chances of getting married to a good and handsome man like him" Chante said, "To get a good and handsome man Is so easy, but to get a business oriented band hard working man Is not easy, and I don't want to marry someone that will not add value to my life, or the th man that will squander my father's wealth, they labour for their wealth and I needs to protect the wealth because of you and your sister" her mom said,

I had seen those kinds of scars from a couple people I “saved.’ They were grateful for it but I saw it as letting them live a fair life of happiness. Most of them worked in my manor. The ones that employed them before didn’t treat them with the respect they deserved. They were people too. I grinded my teeth at the thought of some of the horrific things they had endured before coming to work for me. Some of these nobles were terrible people who didn’t deserve their titles. Could it be that Lady Nyx had endured that kind of pain too? Her face was so serene yet there was a deep trauma there if you looked too close. She was like looking at an angel who could be so evil to do such a thing to her.

“The rich ones here are devil's incarnates. They reach out a candy to you and take it back before you even get a bite of it. They give the poor ones fake hopes by letting them set a foot at 'Greygott high' but gets them expelled instantly because we don't belong in their world. And it's only embarrassing that we keep wishing to belong with them when it's clearly never gonna happen!“ “I don't wish to belong with them!“ I retorted sharply. “I'm a slum girl. I wake up every morning to the harshness of life caused by those rich folks. Desiring to belong with them is like selling my soul to the devil and having such desire is gonna make me a bloody sellout!“ I took a couple of breaths, keeping m

he moved closer making me stand up instantly. I glared at him with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are huh?...some whore or prostitute to warm your bed?. Go and ask a real whore to do that for you" I spat at him. He slammed his hands on the desk and stood up making me flinch. "No one has ever rejected me, who the hell are you to reject my offer?. You don't know how many women have accepted this deal before you and have become millionaires" he snapped.

He knew exactly what David meant. “I feel that I was put in this world only to feel pain. I had lost my mom first. Then, I lost all my friends. And then my dad and grandparents. My mate and pack rejected me. And then I was framed and accused. Now, I even have felt the pain of being rejected and replaced. Why are we still here Finn?” David continued to spill out his emotions. “Can this get any worse?” He complained once again.

Alex is a sweet guy. "Sorry it took me months to comeback. I’m really hurt by your rejection.” I feel guilty. I remove from his hug and I face him. I touch his face. "I'm sorry. But you know my situation right? You know why I need to reject you?” He nodded. "Yes. I just realize it now. Its impossible for me to beat him.” "Shhhh don't say that." I can feel that he is still hurting. “But its true! I just wish that my family’s wealth can stand against them so that I can fight for you. And have my chance to prove my love to you.”

He always threatened to report me to his brother. Speaking of Laki and money—he supported his nephew with toys, favorite foods, clothes, shoes, everything. Material things. Why only material things? Because I refused to accept his money. I wanted to make it clear to him—and his incredibly arrogant brother—that I didn’t need their money. I had raised my child properly, through my own sacrifices. Their money was trash. I passed through the bank’s back entrance, a door reserved exclusively for staff. Today, I’d receive my first paycheck. I planned to spoil my baby, buy him everything he wanted—but within reason. I didn’t want him growing up spoiled like his father. What he wanted should be what

’ OR. ‘Stop everything illegal, apologize to Drax and Rissa , become poor and wretched, and STILL stand a chance of spending the rest of your life in jail.’ Now, for someone who has had a taste of wealth and luxury before, you'd agree with me that it’s tremendously difficult to want to go back to poverty, especially when you have an option of remaining rich. Even if that option required breaking a lot of rules and doing a lot of shitty things. So, in fact, this was no dilemma at all. Especially when you’re Rissa Johnson.

He holds up a third finger. "Stop saying abandonment and I don't have a problem with rich people." I defend myself and then shove in another bite of lasagna. He's wrong about the rich people part. I like Aspen and the other RDA girls, and they're the richest people I've met. "No, you're fine with rich people as long as they're donating back to your cause or self-hating in one way or another. Otherwise you don't give them the time of day." His words sting, but largely because some of them are true. At least in part.

"Your father was a filthy rich billionaire and a respected man in the country. I thought everything will be alright for me, I will be able to change my life form been poor to rich. If I got pregnant for him, but he rejected me when I told him about you, He refused me. He told me he's married, and he told me he's not interested in a child, but I don't care. I want to taste being rich, been among one of the powerful woman. He gives me money to abort. I refuse, thinking if I gave birth to you, He will change is fucking mind. Hell no He didn't You're my misfortune and my downfall