Drugged And Delivered To My Billionaire Dad Novelas e Histórias

That I had never mattered. They showed me images. Serena, running barefoot through a burning hallway, hair singed and dress in tatters, a baby in her arms. A werewolf lunging, only to be felled by her fangs. Blood pooling on marble. A man who looked too much like Richard dropping to his knees, eyes full of betrayal. They said that man had been my father. They said I would inherit her path. They said it was in my blood, and blood always wins. I said they were wrong. I said it over and over until my voice broke. They didn’t argue. They only smiled.

“Let her suffer in confusion. That pain is more effective than any blade.” Thelma raised a brow. “Martin’s daughter... What did he do that made you so cold?” I gripped the balcony rail tightly. My cigarette crushed between my fingers, the ember flickering before fading. “He killed my father,” I said. “He betrayed us. Sold secrets to the Delgados for money, left us exposed when the ambush came. I watched my father die in front of me, Thelma. The man who gave everything to keep the empire clean. And Martin….”

“Mm… I got addicted to clubbing and changed. For a while, I really lost myself.” “Do you know who spiked your drink with an aphrodisiac?” Ghea shook her head. She didn't know, nor did she want to. In truth, she was afraid of discovering that the culprit was someone close to her. “If that person hadn't done it, maybe I wouldn’t be holding you like this right now.” Ghea chose to be grateful for something that had initially felt like a catastrophe. “I think I know what kind of fruit to call our baby monster.” “Really? Tell me!” Ghea straightened up, stroking the back of Daniel’s hand, which was now busy caressing her belly.

Eva reached out, placing a comforting hand on his. "I lived on the streets, taking odd jobs where I could, but due to the community where I lived, work was scarce and soon I was starving. Eventually, I returned to my stepfather and started selling weed just to survive. One day, I tried to sell to a man named Mr. Rhodes. Instead of turning me in, he offered me a deal: food and shelter in exchange for helping around his estates. I accepted. That was nearly twenty years ago. He adopted me on my 21st birthday, and now I'm his heir."

"There is nothing I can do unless you can come up with the money in the next twelve hours. It's beyond my control." He was about to walk away, when I touched his arm. "I will come up with the money, my son is Jake Andrew's son." I said confidently. "What?" The doctor said shocked, "The billionaire Jake?" "Yes, he is my son's father." I said confidently, my whole body started shaking as soon as I realized what I had just said. "I am so sorry Ms Lila, we had no idea.. Your son will be well taken care off and I will have him moved up to one of our presidential suites.

My heart sinking, I flattened the slip of paper and saw that it was a check from my father to Aria. For the amount of $5 million.

" I shook my head. Too much time had passed, and I had long forgotten. He tapped on the laptop. I put the laptop on the desk, then took his tiny hand and helped him down from the bed. He said in his childish voice, "My dad is super rich. He wouldn't care about this little bit of money."

My dad, Nathaniel Carter, was the richest man in town, yet my monthly allowance was only fifty dollars. Mom always told me that Dad had abandoned us because he was ashamed that I was a girl. When I was six, he left behind nothing but divorce papers and disappeared. I never saw him again. That was until I saw him on TV years later, making headlines for spending a billion dollars on a skyscraper for his new son. I had spent years resenting him. I was his child too. Why had he treated me like I never existed? Then one day, I unexpectedly ran into his new son. The first thing he said to me was, “Where have you been all these years? Dad has been looking everywhere for you.”

I can't believe my life has come to this after spending three years loving a single man. Only to catch myself screwing someone old enough to be his mother, It’s pathetic. Well, I'm pathetic too because now, I'm about to enter financial ruin after offering two million dollars to a fake baby daddy. What if my dad finds out he’s a fake baby daddy? No. He can't. I'm not going to tell him, and neither is my soon-to-be baby daddy, so there’s no way he’ll find out. Still… the thought of meeting an old man with a bald head tomorrow makes me wince.

He says and get up from the bed. " Where are you going?" " I need water Ariel." He says and departs from my room. I touch my forehead and breathe out. This sucks. Please God don't let him be my dad. I can't handle it. A drug dealer as a father and a mob boss as a boyfriend. Why did my life turn out this way. My cousins all work for the mob. My mom is a lying parent. She never tells the truth. I collect my phone from my nightstand and call my mom. After the third ring she picks up.