The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

shouted Kelvin Clause son of a governor and one of my best buddies here at school as he moved past my body guards to greet me as I was about to enter for my next class. "It was just the same old same old thing I do every weekend, visiting my mother in whatever exotic country she will be filming in for her next acting role on Surtaday, and hanging out with some celebs on my yatch on Sunday. And as for the ride, that's nothing as next week I'm bringing this sweet new model that just came out and I will be the first one to drive it. “I replied with an arrogant smirk on my face. Oh how I loved my life.

Chapter 10 Myra stepped out of her sleek, black sedan, a reflection of her hard-earned success - a shiny Mercedes-Benz E-Class. She had worked tirelessly alongside Augustine for nearly four months, and her dedication had paid off. The hefty paycheck she received allowed her to indulge in luxuries she had once only dreamt of, including this impressive car.

And neither his son will when he will learn the truth. Eren and I proceed in the garage and get in my white mini cooper. I didn’t want to use my father’s money to buy my first car. So I worked for it. I’m a private tutor and like my dear Mrs. Clara, I work in the morning and I’m back home early to look after my son. It’s a suitable job for a young mother.

"I always love to share knowledge, I don't mind. Especially to those who most certainly can't afford it. Now according to Economy, 'there is the 'poor', there is the 'working class', there is also the 'lower middle class', the 'upper..." "Elite......." There was total silence in whole dinning room, and I wasn't even hearing the clinking of cutleries on plates anymore. "I belong to the Elite class and of course, I did understand that you said. I just felt it was quite materialistic, and that isn't giving." I waved it off literally. I had decided to reply the woman just as she deserves, and not care how Carter would feel. He wasn't willing to stand up to her for me, so maybe I should just do s

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

“So how’s Kip? Is he okay?” “Yeah, he’s really sorry he couldn’t be here to meet you.” “He’s meeting with Jack Evans, right? Genica’s CEO.” Saxon looks surprised. “He did this morning, yeah.” “About MOTHER?” “That’s right.” He stops and opens the passenger door of his car. “Wow, I forgot you drove an Aston.” “Yeah. Boyhood dream. I wanted to be James Bond.” I give him a wry look and slide into the seat, and he grins and closes the door. I buckle myself in, my heart hammering. These guys aren’t just wealthy, they’re mega rich. What the hell am I doing here?

“Oh my god… I was watching a live stream. All of Jacksboro City’s traffic lights just went black!” Gabriel puffed out his chest smugly as he wrapped his arm around his woman. “You hear that, you little bastard? You can’t afford to offend upper-class people like us!” “Upper-class people?” I sneered. “You think driving a Maybach makes you a member of the upper class? If that’s the case, my Passat must make me royalty.” Gabriel and his woman both burst into laughter. “You mean that piece of crap? That garbage costs what? Twenty, thirty grand? Royalty my ass! My dog wouldn’t even sit in it, let alone drive it!”

Was it a crime for me to care enough to strain my days in this organisation for extra income to feed ourselves? “Tell me, was it? Is it really a sin to not be rich?” I subconsciously muttered loudly enough for Mr.Grayson to hear, as I muttered those words, the arrogant words fro Isabella resounded in my head, ‘you should know the difference between your dirt class and the one you’re in’. I had been trying to not move my body to control my rage and not do anything to change the landscape of this building, but then, just then, he just had to,,,

"I want to make things right, starting with being honest about my mistakes. I wasn't sure if I'd told you my real identity if you'd stay with me. Nobody really knows me as the son of Sawyer. I've always liked to have my own personality asides being the son of a rich billionaire. I wanted us to be free from that. I'm trying to break free from that, but it's also difficult for me.” Serena's expression for worse, she hated it when people of his caliber tried to claim to be suffering as well, “What are you trying to break free from? Your problems are clearly less than mine, with money you can solve them, there's a lot money can do for you and that's what makes us different. We are not from the s