روايات وقصص ضمن Drugged And Delivered To My Billionaire Dad

he finally breathed out, the name tasting foreign and profound on his tongue. The boy grinned, unaware of the tectonic shift happening on the gravel drive. “Hi! Are you a superhero or just rich? You look like both.” Elias didn't answer. He simply stared, the horror, realization, and sudden, fierce possessiveness of fatherhood washing over his face. “Your son?” he finally demanded, his eyes—identical to Leo’s—snapping up to meet Vivian’s, now burning with raw accusation. "You had my child, and you never told me?" Summarize to 200 words

“Dad was the complete opposite. You could tell just by how different they act. Mom met him on a cruise trip—he worked there. They fell in love, but eventually got separated.” “Because of your mom’s parents?” I guessed. He nodded. “They thought Dad was beneath her. A dreamer with no future. They sent her abroad and left him behind.” “But how did he become a billionaire? He was just a cruise worker, right? That’s a big leap,” I said, raising an eyebrow. He smiled faintly. “Then here’s the unbelievable part.” “What?” “My dad won the lottery.” My mouth fell open. I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking—but he didn’t. Not even a hint of mischief in his face.

Hmmm, how thoughtful. Still, I shake my head, “don’t be lazy dear, I didn’t raise you like that” **** “Woah, he really did all that?” I said as Noah narrates all his encounter with the mysterious man he called daddy. “Yes, mama his rich, fit your criteria of a man” Kids, so delusional. “Man in finance, trust fund baby, six-five, blue eyes” Emma recite “did he tick all the boxes?” “Yes Emma, A upgrade, a billionaire unicorn walking in town, his unmarried I think”

My mom made sure to hide me until she died. “Why is that?” I asked him, curious. Dad smiled and sipped his tea after. “A new drug has been circulating via black market. It was meth, a kind that was too powerful and the effect will make you change,” he started. I arch my brow. I wasn’t aware of this. We also have some shady business but just the transportation. We transport the drugs to avoid detection from the government and bribe them if necessary. “Met?”

"My father was selling weapons to terrorist organizations through his defense committee connections. When I found evidence, Victoria appeared in my life as a 'concerned family friend.' She convinced my father I was having a drug problem." "Were you?" "Not until they started slipping things into my food. Cocaine, methamphetamines, enough to show up in blood tests when the police found me passed out in my car." Catherine's hands clenched into fists. "My father had me committed for 'drug-induced psychosis.' The facility was run by Syndicate doctors who kept me drugged and compliant for two years." I felt sick. "How many women are we talking about?"

“This process could take years to reverse. You might never get Adam’s custody back. And I can’t stand to see him sad because he’s living away from you.” She held herself together to keep from breaking down. She imagined herself living months, years, and a lifetime away from Adam. Not only that, but she wanted to ask where exactly he’d gotten that information, but she knew there was a strong possibility he was telling the truth. What judge would take custody from a billionaire father to return it to a mother as impoverished as she was? She looked into his eyes, searching for any trace on his handsome face that he might be lying, but there was nothing there but pain. He was sincere when he sai

"Drop the arrogant act. When we go to the penthouse, you better use every trick you know to please the Don. If you ruin this for me, I’ll kill you." I leaned against the wall. I struggled to stand up. My voice shook, but I tried to stay rational. "Julian, stop. You don't know who you're messing with. Let me go. My father will not let you live. I am Don Victor's daughter." Julian froze for a second. Then he burst out laughing. "Did the drugs fry your brain?" He pointed at my face. "You? A dumb bitch who paid my bills? You think you're the Don's daughter?"

She doesn’t look away either. She just watches me, her eyes steady and unreadable. I push on, my voice trembling. “The father is—was—my boss. In New York. He comes from a wealthy family, and I knew it wasn’t going to work out. I knew I wasn’t… enough. A nobody. I stayed because I fell for him, even though I shouldn’t have.” Still nothing. My chest tightens. “I didn’t want you to be embarrassed. Especially with the presentation to society. I didn’t want your friends or associates to think—”

"Your dad?" "Yes. My dad." Mr. Cole Ardent, one of the most cunning businessmen in the city, and also Drent's father. He was the kind of man you heard about in scary stories, the kind that could destroy lives just to build his empire. If I hadn't been backed into a corner, I would never have wanted to associate with any of his family members, especially Drent. I swallowed hard, letting it sink in, when the doctor's text came in. Damn. I breathed the word under my breath. The three thousand dollar pill the doctor had requested for my mom's treatment, I hadn't gotten it, and now the doctor was calling.

"Lucas, I know you're angry, but we really had no other choice. It's five million dollars. They'll kill Kenny!" The drug's effects were slowly wearing off. I could feel sensation returning to my limbs, and my tongue was starting to move again. I took a deep breath and finally managed to rasp out, "Get lost. I'm not doing this!"