Filthy Rich Stepdad Novels & Stories

In other words, she was now stinking rich. "So, what's it like to be filthy rich?" I smirked. "It feels like I am going to be robbed or murdered anytime," Rose said. "That's morbid. Who would murder you? Me?" I gasped. "I'd like to see you try," she laughed. "So, now that I am filthy rich, I am going to make you my bitch!" her face brightened. Oh hell no. She will have to kill me first! "Is this any way treat the father of your child?" I walked closer and kissed her.

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.

he asked, his voice gentle and concerned. "Tell me, Emily," he said, rephrasing his question. "Does my son treat you well?" He wondered why Jake was talking to Emily that way, he was certain he had raised his son to be a gentleman. Emily glanced at Jake, who was watching her with a smug expression on his face. "Yes, sir," she said, lying through her teeth. She didn't know what kind of power Jake's father held, but she knew it was immense. Ethan wasn't just one of the richest men in New York, he was also one of the most feared.

“And I’m going for him.” He starts yelling. Accusing. Promising. Begging. Threatening. “Go fuck yourself!” I tell him and hang up. Stephanie stares at me like I just committed a crime. “You ended a relationship,” she says slowly, “for a man you don’t even know. A man who didn’t look rich—when you clearly like rich guys. “I have money,” I reply calmly. “Enough for both of us. My dad is fucking wealthy. Just one call, and I'll have any amount I asked for and even more. So money is not a problem.”

"What did you just say? Are you comparing me to that fool? How can you, mother? You and father are changing towards me and I doubt if I am your son." "You are my son…" "Then prove it, support me." "I love your father, Vegas. I can't bear it if something happens to him." Vegas slammed his hand against the door and it frightened Mandarin. "What the f*ck are you saying, mum? What do you mean by love? Don't you like living an expensive life, flaunting all the riches and money to the world? You got married to dad because of this, right? You were brought up with riches but it seems like you want to die in poverty. The business is turning red and I doubt if it will even survive by the end of this w

"Her family has money." "They do," Kyle said, tapping the screen. "Her father is Richard Saavedra. Big shot at the Saavedra Group. But her mother died six years ago, and the dad remarried fast. The stepmother brought a daughter along, Asteria. Word on the street is Asteria might actually be the dad’s secret biological kid from an old affair. Things are ugly between the sisters. Real ugly." I leaned back, crossing my arms. "That's it? That's public record, Kyle. A high school intern at a gossip rag could find that in ten minutes." I pointed toward the door. "Go get the mop."

How selfish could a man be that he is willing to bring his family on the streets because he couldn’t put a lid on his drinking and gambling habits? Asher glanced between my stepfather, the property papers and our living room. “Do you really think this dump is going to pay off even a fraction of the money you owe me?” Asher let out a dry laugh, “We are far from calling it even, Hudson.” I saw the look on my step father’s face and I knew whatever comes out of his mouth after this wasn’t going to be pretty at all. “You can take one of my daughters if you please.” He blurted as he pointed at me and Scarlett, making my mom’s grip our arms even tighter.

she ran through her bag and brought out her phone. Immediately, her phone began to ring and surprisingly, it was Chloe calling. "Girl! You won't believe this!" Gen exclaimed as soon as she knew her friend was attentive at the other end. "You sound so excited girl, what won't I believe?" Chloe responded in deep curiosity as she wanted nothing else but to know what her friend had to say. "I was wrong all this time Chloe, my mum's finances or my step father to be isn't just a rich man like I thought he is. This man is a billionaire, a rich man and when I say rich, I mean wealthy as fuck!".

To her surprise, Lucy didn't make any sound of disgust. Instead, she whispered an amazed. "No way! Wait. Oh-my-god, are you fucking your ex-boyfriend's dad? Jesus Christ, you're bad, Scarlett! For all these years, I've underestimated you! You're my fucking idol right now! Screwing the hot billionaire—now this would make a good book!" "Yes, but... Lucy, you can't tell anyone, okay? This is our secret, and it needs to be kept!"

He flopped down onto the edge of the bed, spreading his hands wide across his face, and muttered, “Fuck… this is bad. Too bad.” I shrugged, trying to mask the sting of his judgment. “It’s a silly mistake,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re making a mountain out of nothing.” He lifted his gaze, eyes narrowing, scanning me like I had just confessed to an unforgivable crime. “How long?” he demanded, his tone slicing through me. I raised a brow. “How long… what?” His voice dropped, a hiss almost beneath his teeth. “How long have you been fucking your stepdad?”