The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

I said harshly and he stepped back from me. "Do you hate me that much?" He asked. "I do. I hate the fact that you look down on me. I hate the fact that you think you can do whatever you please just because you are an S class Alpha and you have a perfect life..." "I do not have a perfect life." He blurted out angrily.

“Feel free to get a divorce anytime and come back home. You don't deserve to be a Vanderbilt anyway” I blinked in shock. “What?” “Am I lying?” She asked. Someone passed us at that moment and my mum waved at her with a bright smile as if she wasn't just roasting me. She turned to me after that, the fake smile still on her face but it didn't quite reach her eyes. “You lack tact Elizabeth. Sometimes I can't believe how I could raise someone as classless and unbridled as you are. You might have been born in wealth, but you can't buy class”

Giana sneered. "Much better person? Look at her clothes. Till yesterday she used to wear hand me downs and cheap clothes, now she suddenly is wearing branded dress. And that car, its a limited edition Maybach. Only a few people in the entire Chelsington has that car. Must be a rich old man. People like her would do anything for money" she degraded Iris's character. Iris had unshed tears in her eyes. "Giana, you are crossing a line. Don't think that I will not tell my dad to give a call to yours" Sara tried to threaten Giana.

"Good morning ma'am, I am Diego. I will be your personal driver as from now on. I was sent by Mr. Calder Rhys." First he sent me seven hundred thousand dollars and now he sent a personal driver? This is too much. Is this what I get for being my mom's daughter. His stepdaughter? Then I asked who owns the car. It was a Mercedes E-class benz. Why was I even asking? Of course he was wealthy. It was his. "It's yours ma'am. He hired me after he bought this car like thirty minutes ago. He said you don't know how to drive." Wait what.

Even though she's from a rich family, the rich also has it own level. We have the average class rich, the middle class rich and the high class rich. Sonia falls in the middle class rich even though she didn't get to enjoy the benefits of the wealth. Jasper slowly opened his eyes seeing that the limo stopped. And the first thing he saw was Sharon staring out of the window with her mouth opened. “ Tch... Close your mouth or you might actually end up swallowing a fly. Besides no one wants to see your yellow teeth,” he said enjoying the change of expression on her face.

I had thought about it back then, wondering what kind of trouble could arise since Jensen Group had consistently remained secure under his management. I now realized that the trouble was the arrogant and foolish trust-fund brat right before me. Just then, Anson's piercing, heartbroken cries suddenly echoed from inside the house. I felt my heart sinking instantly, and regardless of Robert, I stumbled as I rushed inside.

she asked, mid-bite. ​"It’s too expensive for what it is," I said honestly. "A small circle of dough shouldn't cost that much." ​She looked at me like I had just suggested the earth was flat. "Are you actually afraid of buying expensive things? You're so strange, Harris." ​"I just value money differently," I said, my voice growing serious. ​"Well, I was raised to be 'classy,'" she said, her tone light but firm. "It’s just where I belong. You have to look the part to be the part, right?"

He wasn't their daughter's class. 'Now who isn't your class Caryn? Definitely not me.' He was right. She was definitely not his class at the moment because her family went bankrupt few years ago and came begging him to give them a loan. He sent them away reminding them the exact words they said. "You are not her class, Nathan."

“Like you’ve ever seen that kind of money in your life.” I smiled, a smug, tight-lipped one. “You think throwing around pocket change impresses me? Have you forgotten who my father was? I’ve seen more than that. And let me tell you something. If that’s the kind of purchase you think makes you rich, then baby… you’re just barely middle class.” Guilia howled with laughter. “How dare you,” Jade snapped. “You can’t even afford a car worth a thousand dollars.” I raised a finger. “Salesman,”I said sweetly.

She would be a beautiful woman if her soul wasn’t black. “Please do take a seat.” I say sarcastically. “Is there a problem with your ad campaign?” “Oh its coming along, but I had a few changes I wanted to add. I was in town, so I decided to stop by.” She sits, showing her etiquette school lessons paid off. Sia is from a wealthy family. A whole bunch of old money that she is one of the heirs to. “Well there is a team available for all your concerns. Why are you in my office particularly?” I don’t look up from my laptop continuing to type a letter I was working on.