Falling For My Billionaire Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

"You think she's different? They're all the same. I've watched this story play out before. They all swear they're in love. Until someone richer comes along." My eyes shifted to her. "Tell me... when you're done with him, what's next?" She frowned Immediately. "What do you mean." " I mean when the money gets old...Lena When this house gets boring. When you've taken everything you came for. I took a step forward to her. "Which billionaire comes after my father?" The color drained from her face. "I... I would never..." "Get out!" My father barked. I scoffed nodding my head in anger. "I just hope you've thought it through. "I turned to my father one last time," "When this blows up in your face..

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.

“But that was my initial plan. However, the more I got to know him, the more I realized that he was someone I wanted to have in my life for a long time and that longevity wasn’t guaranteed if we became lovers. Besides, he was as straight as they came, so my fantasy wasn’t going to happen anyway. We became very close buddies and our different backgrounds didn’t matter at all – I was from a comfortable family, while he was practically putting himself through school by doing odd jobs to augment the stipends he got from his folks.” “I thought his parents owned a fortune…” Derek said in wonder. “Listen, kid. Your father reinvented himself after he became wealthy and he was able to get away with i

"W-What?" I asked, my green eyes wide. What could Milo possibly want from me? He hated me when I dated his son two years before. He treated me like scum on his shoe and never failed to remind me that I wasn't good enough for Ivan. He was the reason we only lasted a month. All because I was an addict's daughter. "I asked you what you are willing to do to save your father," he said as he got up from the couch and stepped into the light. I nearly gasped at the intensity in his gray stormy eyes.

"And, I'm a consenting adult, aren't I? If I say I want this, why are you having a moral stroke about it?" The words sound silly even to me. I guess I've stooped to the latest low I can. Begging my ex's dad to hook up with me. "Selena..." I raise a brow at him, suddenly feeling like some kind of predator. "Look, if you don't want this, it's fine. I won’t push you. I'm sorry." Fuck, this is embarrassing. Getting rejected by the father of the man who broke my heart. At least it can't get worse from here.

“They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. Don Bianci – my grandfather – he hasn’t sent anyone to check on dad since mom died. We must seriously be in hot water if he’s sending Natalia and Alessi here together.” “Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide. Don Bianci – finally I have a name to put to Alessi’s father and Natalia’s boss. I had gleaned, through our conversations the past day, that he’s an incredibly wealthy and powerful boss in Italy – and Kent’s father-in-law. If he’s getting upset with Kent…

The picture was getting clearer in my head but still it didn’t make any sense “What do you mean dad?” “Mr. Venza – he was going to offer her a job with Venzos automobile and that way she could move to Florida – away from you” The anger was boiling in me, I tightened my hands around the mug to hold myself from slamming it on the wall above my father’s head “You gave her away to a bloody pimp!” I yelled but he only shrugged as if he didn’t understand the gravity of what he tried to do. I slammed the cup angrily on the table, the hot liquid splashing on my skin igniting a sharp pain to radiate my entire being.

Despite the accusations from the shareholders of our now-defunct company, my dad was always straightforward and humble. Throughout my life, I had never heard him raise his voice at anyone. He maintained a calm and grounded demeanor, which allowed my mom and brother to take advantage of his kindness without feeling any guilt. Even when our business was drowning in losses, they didn't make any adjustments to their extravagant lifestyle. I vividly remembered the time when my dad had to sell his most cherished possession, his beloved sports car, just so my mom could afford a designer dress for a red carpet event with her shallow friends. I despised her for it.

she wanted to clarify, as she could handle the disappointment in her father's voice. She flinched when Rayan replied, "shut up, just shut up." Mason not ices that she has gripped the phone tightly and has been unable to stand on weak legs. He immediately sat her down on the bed and as much as she resisted he put the phone on speaker. "You were my pride, but you let me down. Since this morning I have been getting calls from neighbors praising you." "How does my dutiful daughter let her ex-husband into my house and god knows what?" Rayan deliberately stresses my house. Mason having had enough of Rayan's accusation blurts out.

“You’re pulling away, Marco. You don’t love me anymore. You’re falling for her again, aren’t you?” Marco walked over and cupped her cheek. His touch was gentle, but his words were sharp. “C’mon Elena, you should know me better than that. I’m not falling for her. Okay? I’m trying to break her.” Elena blinked. “What do you mean?” “She married my father just to get back at me. So I’m flipping the game. I’ll make her fall for me again… then I’ll ruin her. Destroy her marriage. Shatter her world.”