Billionaire Daddy for sale

Michael Langston was back in the city, his mind preoccupied with the monumental task ahead. The weeks of packing and preparing to take over his family's sprawling corporation had passed in a blur. Now, there was another equally pressing matter on his mind. His children needed a mother, and he needed a contracted wife who would love them unconditionally. His solution? A pragmatic one: enlist his personal assistant, Sandra, to find a suitable candidate. Michael had given Sandra explicit instructions. The ideal wife should be kind-hearted, compassionate, and, above all, genuinely affectionate towards his children without being swayed by his wealth and status. Another important part of the deal was the fact the woman will be his wife in name only. No marital affairs will be necessary between them, but all motherly affairs will be needed for his children. When he found that most of the candidates were interested in his wealth more than his children, Michael decided to hide his real iden

Later that evening, Yvonne waited outside the small apartment building she shared with David. Her intentions were simple; she needed explanations for the way he treated her that morning.Soon enough, he arrived in a surprisingly luxurious car. Someone had driven him over, but Yvonne couldn't see through the tinted window. The sleek vehicle, a sharp contrast to their modest lifestyle, hinted at secrets David had been keeping from her.She watched as David's sweet smile towards the person in the car turned into a scowl as he caught sight of her. The transformation was jarring, a painful reminder of the emotional distance that had grown between them.David sighed in exasperation. “Women should greet their men in sexy clothing,” he muttered under his breath, clearly irritated. Yvonne, however, preferred simplicity. She wore a simple knee-length floral-pattern pyjama set, comfortable and familiar.David mentally scoffed, comparing Yvonne to his soon-to-be wife, who went to any length to lo

Yvonne felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment as she recalled the scene of her frantically packing up spilt food from the floor in front of one of the most extravagant companies in town. She vividly remembered the man who had helped her, witnessing her most shameful moment.“Is he their father?” she wondered, glancing at the two sleeping children nearby. Their nanny usually picked them up ever since she started teaching at the school, so she was surprised to see him here.Michael struggled to break from his trance. Thoughts roamed his mind, including an understanding of how Yvonne could carry such a pleasant aura around her. She deals with children. He recalled his kids adoring a certain teacher in their kindergarten, and he didn't need confirmation to know this was the woman they liked so much.Suddenly, Yvonne frowned at him, causing Michael's heart to skip a beat, wondering what she found unpleasant about him.“You're their father, correct?” she inquired.Michael walked further in a

The next morning, Michael decided to speak with Yvonne before his children could. He arrived at the kindergarten earlier than usual, hoping to catch her before class started. He found her setting up the classroom, her back turned to him. "Miss Yvonne," he called softly. She turned, surprised to see the tall, imposing figure of Michael behind her. He was dressed in a luxurious, customized suit that framed his athletic build perfectly. "Mr. Langston, is everything alright?" she asked, standing straight and tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, embarrassed by how striking he looked. Michael fought the urge to follow her hand movement and nodded, stepping closer. Despite her simple outfits, Yvonne's figure always brought out the beauty of whatever she wore—a fact Michael had noticed in their few meetings. But he pushed the thought aside, knowing it wouldn't matter if Yvonne turned out to be manipulative. Michael disliked people who schemed to get what they wanted. "Can we fin

As soon as David ended the call, Sammy slumped onto the bed and suddenly began to sob.David gritted his teeth in frustration before sitting next to her, attempting to hug her, but she pushed him away. “Don't touch me, David. You clearly still love her,” she accused.“Of course not. I stopped loving her three years ago, Sammy,” David said, his voice firm but gentle.Sammy looked up to gaze at him, then motioned at his phone with her reddened eyes. "Then what was that all about?”“I was worried. Her mental health is fragile,” David explained, his tone softening.Sammy rolled her eyes. “That was not the point, David. Did you see your face when you were receiving the call? That doesn't look like worry to me. You still care about her romantically. You nearly exposed the fact that you are still in town to her.”David sighed, his shoulders slumping. “What do you want me to do now?” he asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.Sammy suddenly hugged him tightly and said, “Tell me you do not lov