Daddy's Best Friend Made Me His Billionaire Wife Novels & Stories

They weren't tolerable and times but they were our friends and they understood what we wanted. "Look at you, our stone cold billionaire is not only getting married but is about to become a father to a little version of his fiancé, we pray the child takes your personality or else all hell will break lose if we have another little Alexander in this world," Jason remarked and everyone publicly agreed.

"I never had a choice, if you were in my shoes there is nothing you can do, my father got into a stupid deal with Michael Kent and I was forced to marry his son and here I am married to a person I have no feelings for" "Wait, wait, did you just say Michael Kent? does that in any way means you are married to Bill kent the most eligible bachelor in New York? Avery asked with a loud voice. "Yes am married to Bill kent what is so special? Nelly asked and rolled her eyeball. "Oh my world, Nelly you are married to Bill Kent the youngest billionaire in the whole of New York, you are so lucky, gosh I envy you, Avery said to Nelly raising her voice.

“Are you crazy, Dad? What am I going to work for? I don't know how to do anything, besides I don't want to do it, that's what you are there for, to support both of us, it's your responsibility. “No dear, it's not anymore, and if you want to save the house you have to work, and I have a job for you.” “Oh yeah? doing what?” She crosses her arms in front of him and challenges him with her eyes. “Pay close attention, there is a millionaire, the boss of the house where my friend Ernest works, he is looking for a contract wife, just for a couple of years, and you can't even imagine the amount of money they are going to pay, with that besides being able to save the house, we could have something sa

She nodded and at that, he felt relief and started speaking. - Baby, my father spoke to me and he said I have to get married soon and that he wanted to have a grandchild. I did not want to get married because I was satisfied with my life, I had everything and I did not want to fall in love because I knew what that love did to him when he lost my mum. So when he could not find me a wife I felt relieved. But then a letter from your stepmom came and my heart hardened. he stopped to look into her eyes.

The feelings did not stem from his appearance; it was his identity. As the mastermind behind Ashford Enterprises, a colossal conglomerate that spanned various industries, Damien's influence reach far and wide. His company was a Titan in the business world, holding a firm grip on the city's economy and impacting the lives of countless individuals. Not yet thirty years old, Damien Ashford had build an empire that was the envy of many. In the bustling metropolis of starline city, his name was synonymous with power and prosperity. His wealth knew no bound, with opulent mansions nestled in prestigious neighborhoods, luxury vehicles that turned head as they rolled through the city street and a lif

' *Buzz* 'What kind of daughter are you? My chest tightened every time I read their messages. We were the richest of them all… once. If only they had taken care of what we had. My grandparents never even had the chance to teach my father how to run a business because he lost them too early. He ended up consumed by gambling. The messages kept coming. I went outside to find Nairovi. “Nairovi, can you lend me some money for our food budget? We have nothing left to eat,” I pleaded.

“No, no, you’re not. You’re just like your daddy.” She opened her eyes wide and sat up. “I am?” Her eyes sparkled. I nodded. “I was like you when I was young, too. I thought I was weird, but here I am—a billionaire, successful, with a beautiful daughter…” “And a beautiful Mommy?” “And a beautiful wife.” She gasped. “You two aren’t married.” “How do you think we were blessed with you?” “Daddy, tell the truth. It’s okay; I won’t scold you.”

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

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.

I’m halfway through breakfast when my phone rings. Sandy. I answer with a smile. “Good morning.” “Good morning, Mrs Blackwood.” I laugh. “Why do you sound like you’re calling to congratulate me on something?” “Because I have been abandoned. My best friend is married to a billionaire and has apparently forgotten that other people exist.” “You’re being dramatic.” “I’m being neglected. There’s a difference.” I take another bite of toast. “What do you want?” “To see you. And before you start making excuses, I am already planning to come over.”