The Rich Man And The Poor Man Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" He stuttered, unable to speak because I showed him something. Without any words, he opened the door for me. Of course, I'm so pissed off with him too. That's why I kicked his middle before leaving. "Arghhh!" He groans out of pain. "Don't try to touch other people's boobs without permission again." I immediately left them. So pathetic! As I got inside, I rolled my eyes. I've seen a group of three men playing cards. They seem to be very rich. I smirked when I thought of a great plan. They're playing cards, tongits to be specific.

Raven and Christopher were both worn out and they fell asleep in no time. ************************ This is an extract from my book; A deal with the billionaire. You can check the app to read the full story.

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

Leonhart stepped backward into the shadows, his red tie glowing eerily in the dim light. “Your father.” Elena’s heart stopped. “My… father is dead.” Leonhart smirked. “Is he?” Elena staggered backward. Holden caught her—again—arms instantly tightening around her trembling frame. Leonhart’s silhouette faded into darkness as he spoke one final sentence: “Prepare yourself. The dead don’t stay buried when debts are unpaid.” The alley fell silent. No bomb ticking. No sirens. Only the echo of a truth Elena never imagined confronting. Holden pulled her fully into his chest as she trembled violently against him.

At that moment, I truly believed I was the luckiest woman in the world. Isaiah was handsome. He did not smoke or drink, and he loved me wholeheartedly. Aside from being broke, he was the perfect husband. I believed that if we worked hard enough, we could clear his debts in no time. But now, as I bit my lip, tears streamed down my face. Just as I was crying, I received a text from Isaiah. "Honey, business is really good tonight. I'm staying late to earn more so I can pay off the debt. Don't wait up for me, okay?"

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.

"I hope your good prayers come to pass, sir." "It will." Richard looked tiredly beyond the bar to the bookstore he had passed the day he left the mission school with a furious spirit. The clouds had slowly covered the darkened sky and the rains began to pour again. Outside, men and women were running from one store to another to find empty spaces where they could fit in. Store owners dashed out, grabbing displayed goods before sprinting back to their shops. He watched people running from the rain and spotted an old man of his age, down the lane. He was trying to walk quickly so he could enter the shelter of a clothing store but his stick was delaying him. Almost as if God has answered the ol

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.

" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that! Kevin grew even more triggered when he caught the cold fury in my eyes. He flew into a rage as he spat, "Did you think that someone would suddenly barge in and save you, you little mongrel? "Only poor, dirty rats like you would believe in rags-to-riches fairytales. Don't you love acting pitiful? I'm going to give you something to actually be pitiful about!" He then raised the hammer in the air once more, aiming for my good leg next.

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile.