Falling For My Billionaire Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

Betrayed, robbed of her work, and discarded like trash—that was Allana Morris’s fate after two years of being used by James Turner, an ungrateful man who stole the designs for her biggest project to secure his position at Turner Group alongside his new lover, Rose. But James forgot one thing: Allana was never a weak woman who could be trampled on without consequences. When James kicked her out with nothing to her name, Edward Turner—the head of Turner Group—stepped forward. Cold, powerful, and feared by everyone around him, the most influential man in the city offered her a deal that sounded insane: a whirlwind marriage to crush James and reclaim what rightfully belonged to Allana.

Nathan growled and I could hear his fist connect to the wall, causing a shudder to rock down my spine. "Please, don't do this," I cried, straightening up. "I know that you said your family won't accept me, but now I'm having the heir to the empire, they would care for me and we would have a future together. You just need to see it... I mean, we just need to try..." "You. Fucking. Bitch," Nathan's cold voice, rang like ice through the room, stopping my babbling and making me flinch like he had physically struck me across the face.

I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

“Son.” Holy cow! Is this what cardiac arrest feels like? I stared at them both, frozen. My lungs shut down. My body wouldn’t move. My ex. His son. My client…unarguably the most possessive man in the world, the one I might just be falling for, turns out to be my ex’s father?!

my kids love their father, so coming here would only make them happy. So why do I feel as though I could hear my heart beating in my chest? "Damn, he's so fucking rich. The tabloids got their facts wrong. Cause if this is a small Beach house, I'm wondering how the big one will be like." Bianca commented on the view. "Or are you sure we're at the right address?" "He's a Billionaire, Bianca. This should fit his net worth just fine." I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments.

“I saw it. He got what he deserved.” I cried again,exhausted. “Go home,”she said softly. “To your dad’s. Don’t be alone.” “Okay.” “I’ll come straight to you.I promise.” That promise felt like a rope.“Thank you.” --- My phone rang again. Dad. “Hi,Daddy.” His voice was steady.The only solid thing left. “My sweet girl. I’m so sorry. Richard is making calls…” “It’s all true,Dad. Another wife. Kids. He was going to take everything and leave.”

“But you are getting paid to hang on Mr. Kincaid’s arm?” I sighed. “Dad, I spent all my savings trying to get you out. But, I mean, you know I don’t have two million dollars. Then Emma told me about how some girls do this … er … sugar baby thing to get extra cash and I thought, why not? You’ve got a really expensive case going on, Dad. I couldn’t … I couldn’t just let you rot in jail.” My father grunted. “Well, as long as it’s just the sugar baby thing I guess. I can’t blame you for earning money,” he said in grudging agreement.

She tried to convince me. I was silent on the other end of the call, and she persisted. “If you can get him, you will snag a promotion, and you will be free to get a vacation anytime. You have always wanted a promotion. Am I wrong?” “I will give you feedback,” I informed her. I opened a search engine and typed his name. His face filled my screen, the same face that had smirked at me just hours ago. My heart raced. Gavril Hawthorne. My ex-boyfriend’s father. Renowned billionaire. And now, my biggest opportunity.

She said and I chuckled. “You know when you were telling me about your backstory, I felt pity for the kind of life you have lived but you got to the end part and there you lost my pity, I am the son of that billionaire you want to supposedly scam, I am here and won’t allow such happen to my father, If you want a better life then work for it like every other fucking person. I will not only destroy your entire life, I will send you to a place worse than the slumps you came from if anything and I mean anything happens to my dad.

“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