The Rich And The Rejected Novels & Stories

She, who came from a humble family, knew all the heinous deeds of the high-ranking children in this city, as she had experienced them firsthand. “Well, we never asked you to surrender. We only asked you to step back from this arena, and we’ll give you some money to live on! How about it? Isn’t that appealing?” The young woman gritted her teeth, glaring at the arrogant man. For her, living in hardship certainly required money, but what was the point? What was the meaning of being given wealth if she would always be looked down upon? “Even if I die, I will never accept your disgusting wealth!” she replied firmly, rejecting the young man’s offer. Although she had guessed that many young men wer

This was a piece of cake for her. They both tottered towards the door, a few feet apart from each other, each planting firm steady steps into the ground, carefully placing one after the other until they reached the door and came back. Alita was conflicted between being impressed or disappointed. She had hoped to win because she didn’t expect much from him. She thinks him to be a petty rich kid who had everything he needed given to him on a platter. One of her life’s theories is that everyone who is now wealthy came from a wealthy family. Apple’s don’t fall far from the tree. What are the odds that someone from a childhood seriously stricken with poverty, lack of every basic need, and arrant

Aunt scarlet was the one who stopped the heat pain but was unable to stop the pain of rejection. "Shrene baby.." Mom said sitting besides me pulling me into a hug. "What wrong did I ever do mom for him to do this to me, am I not pretty enough? He cheated on me mom and he rejected me why please tell me.." I sobbed hugging her tightly. It's been a week now since he rejected me. I couldn't even confide in my best friend Victoria because news had already spread that she left Micheal. I felt like I was all alone I felt like death was knocking on my door, the worst thing that could happen to a Wolf was rejection. It was extremely fatal and I knew I wasn't going to survive this not when my Wolf was

Siddarth tried to make her understand " I don't want to and I won't never understand this rich people mannerisms. Being rich is good okay I agree but that doesn't mean that you are top of this world. Every human being is rich in their own way money is not only the mean to show your richness. I am good as the way I am and I can't change according to situations. I don't even want to fit in your circle. " She argued with Siddarth for that tried to stand up from bed but Siddarth held her back

Nine good failures I just faced tonight, feeling my heart sink with each passing second that I might not grant my mother's wish. Nine failures… Each man is a leering, unwelcome presence. Each conversation from them, a reminder that this would fail. Each rejection is a dagger to my heart. My eyes had caught unto their gazes lingering on my curves, my cleavage, my face. They lean in, their breath hot and invasive on my skin, their hands brushing against me as they try to get a better look. I had to shrink away to escape. As for the wealthy men? They're already paired off, and I'm left alone.

I wished there was something I could do. I really wanted my family back,I wanted to feel the peace but I was loosing everything and trying to keep them together was not working. Every sin has consequences and mine were running fast, towards me. That night I stayed up late thinking,I had put myself in a sticky situation.I remembered how happy my life was before,before I chose revenge.I remembered how Vee showed me true love too,but I shook that off.I could not just assume the way he ignored me back then. He chose my friend over me, knowing very well I loved him more than Mila could ever love him.He still chose her just because I was not pretty enough for him.Just because he was one of the pop

Marcus Santos, someone from my past who I'd hoped never to hear from again. "Marcus. It's been a while." "Not long enough, apparently. We need to talk." "I'm retired from that life." "Nobody retires from this life, Chris. You know that." I stood up and walked toward the window, trying to keep my voice low. "What do you want?" "The same thing everyone wants these days. Money. And you're going to help me get it." "I'm not in the business anymore." "But you're in the protection business now, aren't you? Protecting a very wealthy woman and her very cute little boy."

I knew Thai was the least of my problems but she kept on popping on my head. Why did she do that to me? How could she be so wicked? I spent a lot and I did a lot just to surprise her and this was what I got in the end? I did everything I could possibly do because I wanted to make it up to her and show her I am worth her but she rejected me. I am going to have to tell everyone what happened eventually but I couldn’t put myself to realize the fact that I was turned down. Why? Wasn't I Rich enough?

Just the people who had witnessed their journey from arranged strangers to something unbreakable. Elara stood across from Aaron, her hand trembling slightly in his. Five years. It felt like a lifetime and no time at all. She wore a simple dress that flowed gently over her body—the same body that had carried their children, endured public shame, and fought back with quiet strength. Her eyes met Aaron’s, and the years of pain, rejection, control, and redemption crashed over her in a wave that stole her breath.

Alexi POV As Alaia walked into the room, I sucked in a breath. I didn’t want to have to face her yet. It hurt when I rejected her, but it damn near killed me when she accepted it without even putting up a fight. I didn’t get a moment of sleep that night; I just sat up in bed, thinking over my decision to reject the Moon Goddess’s most perfect gift. “She deserves someone better,” I told myself over and over. I wasn’t a good guy, I was tainted, and Alaia didn’t need to deal with all of my conquests sending her evil looks or petty remarks.