Falling For My Billionaire Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

"Don Marco, years ago, I witnessed him going to a rich man to seek money just to cure his wife, who he claimed to be my mother. He was denied access and that was how mother died. Then for days, he was in the hospital due to a sickness and just because he needed money, he went to a construction site even while sick, just to get money for my sister and I. He had a stroke which didn't affect him much. He could still move around..." Scarlet kept on listening, without saying a word. "But then, people rushed over to our house one day and said dad had died. The building collapsed due to it being burnt down to ashes. I was left with just my sister. Who was killed by a hit and run, on her way back f

She had told Rachel about her fears. She had shared details about her marriage. She had treated Rachel like family. Rachel looked at the expensive payment notification on her screen. One point five million dollars. For a moment, she felt ashamed. Then she remembered everything she believed she had lost. Damon. Her place in the family. The life she thought should have been hers. Her guilt hardened into resentment. She locked her phone. Back at Bennett Global, Sophia continued tracing the payment. “Helena.” Helena looked up. “What?”

"Don't you know where is your father, The famous billionaire?" "...." When I heard it all. I was amazed! It's true! My Father is a fucking billionaire! Then I got my cool! When they silenced I speak this time. Little Park: It's not easy to be the son of a billionaire! I worked too hard! But I'm going to surpass my father! I shouted that loud in front of the cameras. Then I remembered that paper! 'Father... it's time to open your legacy!' I thought. Then I will show it! In front of these lowly ants!

"Point of correction, dad. I'm not your heir. I don't need your money. I am one of the top three wealthiest businessman in the world. I am a billionaire. I have companies of my own and I have millions of people working as my employees." His father slammed his hand on the desk angrily and rose to his feet. "That's because I gave you the right connections!" "Fuck your connections, dad! You're so greedy. You have so much already—" "I'm not greedy," Branson argued. "Really? Then, how would you explain your relationship with my ex-girlfriend?" He never meant to bring that up, but he did anyways. "Karen had broken up with you—" "So, you knew. You knew she was my girlfriend before dating her… You—"

I was sucker for good and comforting guys that I instantly grew a crush on him after consoling me during my parent’s funeral. Let’s just say I never got over my infatuation on him. It only grew when he got married, got divorced and became a bankrupt man after his wife cheated on him with his own father (I know it was truly scandalous). His company is also facing backlash after his ex-wife and father stole millions of money from their company. Anyhow, I thought I should offer him a proposal or help since I am an established millionaire at the bright age of 25. But, the man was hell-bent on declining my offers.

He took a deep breath. "My daughter was spoiled growing up. She has a lot of misunderstandings about me." He'd gone on the show without the board's approval. Afterward, true to form, the stock dropped another ten percent. But I had an even bigger surprise waiting for him. I posted an audio recording of Vivian online. "The old man's wanted a son his whole life. All I have to do is say it's his, and he'll believe me." "He hands me a few million at a time. Who would you pick?"

Had I just made my ex-boyfriend’s father fall for me? — I threw myself into work, desperate to forget the encounter—and praying that Damien was just toying with me. Because how could he possibly be serious? Duh. He was my ex-fiancé’s father. Which technically meant he had almost been my father-in-law. Impossible! “Ms. Ferrer, there’s a new set of designs from the team,” Rafaella announced, placing a tablet on my desk. I exhaled heavily and picked it up, scrolling through the designs. My brows knitted together. None of them spoke to me.

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.

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“But you’ve made a mistake. I don’t know your father.” He winked and said, “Of course. But if you’re willing to date him, you’ll be.” “Your dad’s single? What about your mom?” I asked. Just as he was about to answer, two suited bodyguards appeared and took him away before he could finish, escorting him into a luxury car parked nearby. “I’ll find you again!” he shouted. I laughed—for the first time in days. But the looming shadow of that $500,000 medical bill quickly crept back in.