Billionaire Dad Novels & Stories

"But... just how wealthy we are talking about? Not that... it matters to me." "Ummm... Well." Kenzie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She figured, she was already in the moment, she might as well say it all. "You see... My-father-is-the-president-of-a-multi-billion-dollar-company. We-are-definitely-one-of-the-most-wealthy-families-in-the-country and just so you know, my-father-is-strict. He is so rigid, he-might-actually-cut-your-ball- if-he-learns-that-we already-did-it-without-his-consent."

Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

She clenched her fist before she spoke. Bella let out a chuckle and looked at her like she was a complete fool. "Oh, Auny May... It feels so good to see that you are very foolish. My Mom made sure my father would never be able to transfer ownership of their business and if you've also forgotten then, I have to remind you. My father started this company with my mother's money. Weren't you aware?" Bella ran a finger down May's face and said.

The brown haired girl stuttered, as tears built up in her eyes. I shook my head no and observed them silently. Long story short, they reminded me that I was their friend, and proved it by showing me pictures we all took together. It turned out that I had the wrong impression about my Dad, I had underestimated him being a school janitor, when he was a multide billionaire, the second wealthiest man here and I was flaunting his money, spending extravagantly. He was into real estate management, own hotels, companies, plus thousands of workers.

He always carries his lunch box to school himself, but today, he became totally confused because of his new dad. A green colored benz was packed in front of their gate. It was different from the one he used at the market the other day. Isabella wondered how many vehicles he owned. The Reyes were known to be the richest family in the area. However, no one knew how much their net worth was. Luciano was talking to Juan when she got outside. They looked more like father and son. How come she never saw the resemblance? “Is that his lunch box?” Luciano asked. He wore a black tuxedo this morning. His black hair was neatly oiled and combed.

Mind you my legs was fully exposed. "We just had a few business insights we needed to go over before I leave, and I thought it would be a good idea for us all to have dinner together tonight," my father explained, his tone gentle but firm. "Why, Dad, why?" This felt like déjà vu, reminiscent of the reasons why Mom had left, and my father's actions seemed to be proving her right. I had yearned to spend more time with Dad, but the prospect of spending time with my billionaire, incredibly handsome crush wasn't exactly a hardship either.

"Is that what you have in mind for me?" Back when they were first married, Audie and her late husband were in debt due to gambling losses; it was Gama who saved them. And now that Gama was left with nothing after three years of his company going bankrupt, his mother-in-law kicked him out today. "Of course," Audie said as he placed a magazine on the table featuring a photo of a distinguished gentleman. The title, Gama: Jordan Low, is a prosperous young businessman with over a trillion dollars in assets. Jordan is the ideal match for my daughter, a man who can elevate our social status. He is the individual we want most in E. 'Ador. Unlike you, a man destined to fail, who has only tarnished my

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

I asked as I recalled how he was the only guest that Jayden personally welcomed. “He is Jayden’s godfather first and foremost. Jayden made his way to success thanks to coaching and backing from Nathan. On a scale of one to ten; if Jayden is a ten then Nathan breaks the scale. When his wife was alive he ran his empire actively and was all over the place. He owns about ninety percent of the business in the country or so I hear. He is also a local, born and raised here. If Jayden is new money then Nathan is of very old money.”

He didn’t reach for her, but the demand in his posture was absolute. “That ends today, Vivian,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “I lost ten years. I won’t lose another minute. You will tell him the truth, and I will be his father. You may have the land, but you don't own the right to keep my son from me. I will fight you with every resource I have until I get my family back.” Vivian stared into the eyes that mirrored her son’s, recognizing the determined, unyielding man she once loved. This wasn't the fleeting summer lover; this was Elias Thorne, the architect of global deals, and he had just made her his new, non-negotiable objective.