Novel & Cerita Daddy's Best Friend Made Me A Billionaire

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

We drank in silence for a few moments, the burn of the liquor settling in our chests. “When you say your father left everything to you… what exactly does that mean?” Justin asked, eyeing me carefully. “It means exactly what I said, Justin,” I muttered, staring into my glass. “My father fucking left me everything he owned. It’s all in my name now.” “Damn…” he breathed. “Dude, you’re a fucking billionaire.” “I am.” “Damn! We’re fucking rich! Woo!” Justin stood up, throwing his hands in the air like we’d won the lottery.

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

"Of marrying Chris? Of course you are, princess. Christopher is a good man. A hard working man. He's got his business, but still he worships you. If that's not a good sign, I don't know what is." "You're right, daddy. Thanks for always being there for me all these years. I hope you'll live to be a million years old, dad." "You've been reading those vampire novels again, haven't you?" my dad laughed. The music had ended and two men approached us. The other one I knew by the name of Henry Melbourne, a Billionaire, owning one of America's largest automobile shops and he was one of dad's closest friends. "Rex. Happy birthday, you old fart."

She was my sponsor, but she didn't spend any money on me; instead, she supported me. I could also refine the elixir. She also helped me sell them. Daddy, my sister, could raise around $800 billion in a single night, and I became a billionaire the next day. As I ascend, the astral universe has just deposited billions and trillions of dollars into my bank account.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

The little girl couldn't hold back and narrated her entire encounter with Dominic to Leon whose eyes widened by the time she was done. "You said his name is Dominic Hartless, right?" The little boy grabbed his laptop and quickly browsed the name. "Sadly there's no picture of him online but it says here that he is the most powerful man of Westwood" "Our Daddy is the most powerful man in this city?! This is so awesome!" Shantel jumped and clapped in tiny. "And do you even know what is more awesome about this whole thing?" The little girl was eager to hear. "What?" "He is the owner of the fashion company Mommy is going to start working for. Which means..."

“We didn't need him to tell us it was Jack. I think it was obvious from the beginning that he’s behind this shit.” “Did you pay any attention to that kid?” I sip my scotch, shaking my head. “That is someone we want as an ally. He thinks he's doing us a favor, and in a way, he is.” “How so?” “He came in here as a gesture of friendship. He wants us to know he intends to make good on the relationship I had with his old man. That's extremely valuable.” Then I lift a shoulder, grinning. “And it means more money in our pockets if we can work out a deal. It's a win-win all around. The more guns we sell, the happier I am and the happier our clients are.”

why them? “Because I didn’t want to watch them take what you love,” he said. “Because I owed your father for the faith he put in me once. Because… because I’m selfish in the quiet ways too — I wanted to make sure when all this came for you, there would be a place you could come back to that wasn’t gutted.” The confession landed like a warm hand over my ribs. It was protection folded into property — a billionaire’s twist that was tender in its logic. He had made a financial play as a love letter.