All Chapters of Seducing My Attractive Godfather Everett (English Version): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Misha’s POVThe party had started. Just like the birthday celebrant, the program was weird. It was boring—just singing performances, and even those were all old songs. There was nothing special. If there was, it would only be the food and the giveaways. Most of the guests seemed sleepy. So, some of them decided to create their own moments to enjoy. There was a group at one table constantly taking pictures. I’ll admit, most of them looked better now. Well, plastic surgery is trendy these days. My former classmates clearly have money now. Those flat noses from before are now pointed. Some who used to be dark-skinned are now so fair, as if they’re drinking glutathione daily. And those who were nerdy back in the day? They’ve suddenly become hot.At our table, we were quiet, simply observing what our former classmates were doing. But after some wine, a few of them started becoming chatty."Hey, Misha, how have you been? I heard you’re filthy rich now," Trixie asked. She was the school bitc

Everett’s POV“What’s the update on your godchild?” Garil asked. We’re currently at the opening of our new hotel resort here in Batangas.“Everything’s fine. I’m just waiting for her to get pregnant,” I replied while keeping my eyes on my aunt and uncle, who were busy entertaining our VIP guests. They were really soaking it in, acting as if they were the ones running all the family’s businesses and managing the wealth. They were clearly enjoying the spotlight while I haven’t taken full control of everything yet.For now, I let them have their moment. I know that eventually, everything will fall into my hands. It’s non-negotiable—everything truly belongs to me. I just don’t understand why my father had to make things so complicated. He knows his brother is greedy when it comes to wealth, yet he entrusted him with everything while I haven’t fulfilled his final wish. Maybe he did this deliberately to push me to act because he knows I detest his brother. I’ve always despised Uncle Gerald.

Misha's POVI opened the door and faced Maddison. I could see the shock on her face when she saw me."Who the hell are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. First meeting, and she already gave me an attitude. Damn, she’s gorgeous up close. Her face is envy-inducing. I can’t compete with this woman. My confidence drops whenever she’s around.“I think I should be the one asking that. Who are you, and what do you need?” I asked, even though I already knew who she was. I couldn’t help but address her formally.“I’m Maddison, his friend. Where’s Everett? We’re leaving; we’re going to visit a friend of ours,” she said, her face still full of sass. She’s a walking English-era diva, making me feel even more out of her league, as if she’s high-class, and I’m not.“Sorry, Miss Maddison, but Everett isn’t accepting visitors right now. He’s down with a fever, so maybe another day,” I replied, and her jaw dropped.“Really? Oh no, is he okay? How is he?” she asked, suddenly looking concerned. She tr

Misha’s POVHere I am, lying in the bathtub full of bubbles while sipping tea. The liquid soap I used smells amazing. It's really different when you're wealthy—everything they have is top-notch and high-quality. Yummy Godfather is still in the living room, watching a series. I told him I'd take a bath since I might end up sleeping here. I just want to spend the night with him. But if he doesn’t allow it, that’s fine; I’ll just go home. What matters is that I accomplished my mission of taking care of him.After bathing, I prepared dinner. He said he wanted soup, so I made chicken tinola. It’s perfect for someone who’s sick. I know he hasn’t tried it before, so I decided to cook it for him.“What kind of dish is that?” he asked, pointing at the tinola I served when I set it on the table.“It’s good for sick people. Go ahead, try it—it’s delicious,” I said as I poured water into his glass.He scooped some soup and chicken into his bowl and tasted it. While he did that, I watched him inte

Misha’s POVEverett and I stopped by a flower shop—a stunningly beautiful one. It seemed like the kind of place where only the wealthy buy flowers. I’d never been to such a fancy shop before. He bought flowers for us to bring to his parents’ graves. Afterward, we also purchased candles and snacks to eat while we were there. He bought pizza and milk tea.“Is this pizza okay with you, or do you want something else?” he asked.When we arrived at the cemetery, he carefully placed the flowers in the middle of his mom and dad’s gravestones. Then he lit the candles, which were, unsurprisingly, luxurious. When he lit them, the smoke that came out was fragrant. Earlier, I was shocked when I found out how much they cost—thousands of pesos for candles! The way rich people spend money really blows my mind.“Mom, Dad, I’m here again. I brought Misha with me this time—she’s my goddaughter,” Everett said, making me laugh. “Dad, she’s the one who became my goddaughter because of you,” he added.Hones