The “Eat the Rich” Stack

There is something deeply satisfying about watching privilege crack. Money looks bulletproof until secrets bubble up and reputations split like cheap veneer pretending to be walnut. These five thrillers serve up downfall that feels earned. Money, power, ego, and the slow realization that none of it actually protects you.

Ready to enjoy a little schadenfreude.

Little Doves by Sara Ennis (aka me) I didn’t tiptoe into this one. I cannonballed straight into the deep end. Twenty years after Stasia King’s fourteen-year-old sister was abducted and murdered, another girl vanishes from the same country club. Stasia returns to a community more committed to image than truth. Then The Surgeon shows up. A vigilante livestreaming attacks on powerful men and forcing everyone to look at the ugliness they’ve been hiding. Legacy means nothing when justice stops asking permission.

The Plot by Jean Hanff Korelitz A writer steals a dead student’s story, rockets to fame, and pretends he can hold it all together with talent he didn’t earn. Someone knows. Someone always knows. Watching his shiny success turn brittle is basically watching karma lace its running shoes.

Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid No violence here. Just power wielded with a smile sharp enough to cut. A wealthy influencer inserts herself into her Black babysitter’s life like she’s auditioning for the role of Hero Of Her Own Story. It goes badly. Reid exposes the rot of performative goodness and the way privilege tries to rewrite the narrative to keep itself centered.

The House Guest by Hank Phillippi Ryan Cape Cod charm, elegant homes, and a woman who thinks she stumbled into the perfect refuge. Spoiler: she absolutely did not. Secrets pile up, alliances shift, and suddenly the pretty couple offering hospitality feels more like a trap lure. Wealth can hide a lot, but it can’t hide everything.

The Golden Couple by Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen A glamorous couple hires a therapist who doesn’t follow rules and definitely doesn’t care about their curated image. Their life gleams from the outside. Inside, the structure wobbles like a bad table at a diner. Lies build pressure. Paranoia grows teeth. When the fall comes, it is quiet, deliberate, and earned.

When wealth turns hollow

Money buys quiet rooms and curated lives. It never buys freedom from consequence. In these stories, privilege becomes a trap and power turns sour. The collapse is the entertainment. The ruin feels deserved.

Pour a drink. Settle in. Watch the glitter peel back and the truth crawl out.