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In the eyes of outsiders, Alvaro, a man who lived with his wife's family, appeared to be nothing more than a total loser.
In the eyes of his wife's family, Alvaro was no better than a servant.
Following a devious conspiracy, Alvaro was humiliatingly expelled from the Douglas family.
Yet, unbeknownst to all, in that very moment, the birth of an unparalleled man, capable of sending shivers through the world, was set in motion... A Twist Of Fate: Heir To The World's Wealthiest Man
Claudette
Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen.
From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” Super Rich: Start With A Billion-dollar Reward
Brad Leti
Have you ever experienced being humiliated by your ex?
Well, I have.
But have you ever imagined turning your heartbreak into a billion dollars just by humiliating your mean ex?
That was exactly what happened to me.
I was going to meet my high school ex-girfriend and I wanted to show her that I had been doing well these years. So I rented a designer suit, an expensive watch, and a Lamborghini car.
But on my way, I got bound in something called 'Invincible Rich System'. The system told me that I could get rewarded with a billion dollars if I succeeded in humiliating someone.
"What? This must be a joke. There's no way this is true!" I didn't believe it despite the series of explanations the system gave me.
When I met my ex-girlfriend, she humiliated and insulted me. I was so furious that I decided to take the offer from the system. I wanted to strike back.
And it was successful!
I humiliated my materialistic ex-girlfriend and the system rewarded me with a billion dollars. It continued on and on. Afterward, after finishing more tasks of successfully humiliating someone, I was rewarded with an opportunity to change my appearance into the highest level and an entertainment enterprise worth ten billion dollars.
When I became the chairman of a company, the director's daughter was shocked to see me. "Dad, what is he doing here? Tell the security to throw him out!" she ordered.
Wiping his sweat, the director answered in a shaky voice, "I can't do that. He's the new owner of our company. He's actually the one that has the right to fire me!"
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Neilla Steedly
I grew up in a poor family. My foster mother worked tirelessly as a maid to support me.
In order to climb out of poverty, I studied hard and got into a prestigious university.
But not long after, my foster mother fell seriously ill and quickly racked up two hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses.
I tried to borrow money, but instead, I only received humiliation and abuse.
I hated my life. Why was I so incompetent?
When I was at my most desperate point, I suddenly received a text message from the bank.
"Mr. Larson, you’ve received $1,000,000,000 in your account."
I was dumbfounded. A billion dollars? It had to be a scam!
But then suddenly, a strange man called me.
"Mathews, do you want to know how your biological mother died?
Spend a billion dollars within the month, and I'll tell you everything!" Rag To Riches: My Crazy Awesome Life
Brad Leti
On the third anniversary with my girlfriend, with an expensive ring and a LV bag, I planned to propose to her.
But shockingly, I caught her cheating on me.
Albeit heartbroken, I chose to break up with her.
But right after that, I got bound in a mysterious system.
As long as I finished the task given by the system, I could immediately get rewarded with a Maybach 62S worth tens of millions of dollars.
From then on, I had been leading a perfectly luxurious life.
I humiliated my materialistic ex-girlfriend and the system rewarded me with a billion dollars. It continued on and on. Afterward, after finishing more tasks of successfully humiliating someone, I was rewarded with an opportunity to change my appearance into the highest level and an entertainment enterprise worth ten billion dollars.
When I became the chairman of a company, the director's daughter was shocked to see me. "Dad, what is he doing here? Tell the security to throw him out!" she ordered.
Wiping his sweat, the director answered in a shaky voice, "I can't do that. He's the new owner of our company. He's actually the one that has the right to fire me!"
Wanted to know more of my story? Just read on. The Super Bodyguard And His Campus Belle
Ade Bacon
In all of the Iroc Continent, I was the strongest mercenary.
But suddenly my grandfather assigned me to be a campus belle's bodyguard. Her name was Christine.
Initially, she didn't want me around and even tried to drive me away, but her father stopped her.
On my first day as her bodyguard, she went to the bank and gave me a million dollars to drive me away, but I refused. I didn't come to her for money!
Unexpectedly, several vicious robbers broke into the bank. She cried for help and told me to call the police, but I was skilled enough to have them on their knees all on my own.
Christine was dumbfounded, but she was still unimpressed. "So what if you're good at fighting? Just leave me alone!"
I replied, "Don't you understand? You're going to die without me!"
The next day, I found a bomb in her car and a gunman who hid around the corner. Again, I saved her from the attack.
The distrust in her eyes was wiped out.
"Alas, I might as well give up on this job for how dangerous it turned out to be!"
But this time, Christine begged me, "Please, don't leave me!" Mighty Super-rich Heir
Claudette
Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen.
From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” 
