Novel & Cerita I've Got A Super Rich Dad Novelcat

"She's been... she's been deceiving a man on a dating app. But she wasn't using her own identity or photos. She was using mine." The revelation hung heavily between us. My mother's eyes widened, but she stayed quiet, encouraging me to go on. "The man she deceived," I resumed, my voice growing more confident. "He's not just any man. He's a billionaire. One of the wealthiest and most influential figures in the fashion industry, Eden Wylon."

The nanny stuttered, lowering her head. "Good." He mused and turned his gaze towards Josie who visibly avoided him. "You're mean daddy. I don't want to stay with you anymore. I want to stay with Guel and Ella and Ms. Arnuad." She muttered. "Josie-" "No!" "Josie," Richard repeated, his tone firm and authoritative. Josie didn't pay attention. She glared defiantly at her father and without saying another word, reached into her bag and pulled out her pink colored cat earphones and placed them over her ear.

The human was Damm happy that he turned away and was now eager to find the glass cup. "By the way….. when was your child given birth to?" I asked. "November 1. In the year two 2000." Bingo. I smirk while hearing his response. "Don't fucking show upfront of being you useless shade!" I barked. The once happy individual suddenly turned into a giant cat…… as he made his way towards the door which I'm locked to. The cat jumped on the iron door….. as it hissed angrily.

He promised. I didn't wait another minute. I walked briskly out of the apartment to the car waiting for me. "Drive," I ordered, clasping my trembling hands together. "Quickly," The ride home felt way too short. I ignored the maids approaching me when I walked in and headed straight to my room. Dad had gone on a business trip and I felt a bit relieved that he had. Ten million. Ten fucking million. How the hell was I supposed to get that money? I couldn't sell Dad's gifts to me. Or Gav's. They're gifts. They had to remain that way.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

I say with disbelief. "Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry." Sydney says this as he takes my hand. He rubs the back of my hand soothingly and I look at his face. I never knew I would be the one to marry the handsome cold billionaire. One of the most feared mafia lords. One of the hottest bachelors. I remember reading of how Sydney dated so many hot women and I smirk. He's mine now. "All you have to do is defeat the Italians." With that we finish our dinner. I start to pick up the plates but Sydney insists on doing everything as I watch him. After he's done I decide on getting some sleep. I feel so tired.

She threw a peaceful smile at him and turned back to leave. “You need money. Right?” He opened the door of the car, took off the cheque book from his bag and extended it towards her. “Fill in the amount you want.” He was not joking. He was rich. He did not want her to struggle just for a little amount. Gracie smiled, “I can't do that. Thank you for your sympathy.” He sighed and lowered the cheque book. “Where does your mother work?” “Sejo Street.”

She exclaimed in horror. "Calm down, Katherine. You are not going to lose him but he is going to understand your value." Chloe made her understand with a calm expression.. "How are you so sure?" Katherine asked with a small frown and Chloe let out another frown after hearing her. "Because I am the result of it. I took my parents and their hard work to provide the luxury for granted. But now that dad blocked my credit cards and took away all those luxuries temporarily, I realized their value. It's not like I am missing my luxurious life hence saying these. It's just, it made me realize how hard it is to afford it. And now, I don't think I will ever be able to spend my father's money again." C

I knew something was wrong the moment I reached for my journal and it wasn’t there. It had been under my pillow for weeks, tucked away like some adolescent secret, always close enough that I could reach for it when the words built too high in my throat. That journal wasn’t just a collection of entries, it was the only place I had allowed myself to be honest. When I needed to vent, cry, scream in silence, it had all gone into those pages. But now, the space was empty. The pen Richard had given me, the one engraved with the crest of the royal council, was gone too.