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Cleveland was so peaceful, staying with Mom and Mindy, her cat who clearly hated me. Don't let me bore you with their divorce. Let's go back to how Dad is about to force me to work for him since winning our bet. He has one of the biggest tech companies in the whole of the United States, so he is famous and rich. I knew his company staff hated me. I was spoiled and I never failed to show it, but I was kind at heart if that counted? I used to stroll into his office like I owned the place until college, now I was done and back to base.

After greeting them, Fred asked if they were here to shop too and the little ones answered yes and that there dads were also around. Harry noticed that Fred had gone to meet some boys and so walked towards them. Fred then introduced Harry as his dad to his friends. The two friends of Fred recognized Harry as the richest man in the country and so they furrowed their brow in shock, "so your dad is Harry Vernon?" One of Fred's friend asked and the little one nodded proudly. "My dad will foot the shopping bills of the both of you," Fred boasted without even asking Harry. Harry smiled and chirped, "of course, pick as many things as you want here, I'll pay."

You did everything. You loved me when I didn’t deserve it. You forgave me when I didn’t ask. You gave me Theo when I thought I’d never be a father. You gave me Amara, Kai, Nia—three more miracles I never earned. You gave me grandchildren who look at me like I’m a hero and great-grandchildren who call me “Big Daddy” with no idea how much that title means. You gave me a life I never dreamed I’d have. I know you’re scared now. I know the house feels too big. I know the nights are long and the mornings are quiet. But listen to me, Elena: you are not alone.

Furthermore, I stared around the room again, taking in the beauty of the flowers in the flower vase, the tiles on the floor, the center table, which was sparkling neat, with no trail of dust on it, and finally, the expensive looking curtain, hanging on the window. They are indeed billionaires likes mom, 'cause this is too perfect, for some minutes, I forgot my worries. I forgot what I was here for, forgetting totally the worries at my hand. Suddenly, we heard footsteps descending the stairs and we looked up. And there was the classiest couples ever, dressed in matching classy outfits that I couldn't help but envy them, I suddenly wished dad was alive. How sweet would it have been?, We three

I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes. “Show me everything,” I said, suddenly greedy for the map of him. He did. The book spilled out pages that looked like a child’s memory and an architect’s dream: a little row of trees with a tire swing, a tiny handprint next to a line that read We’ll get messy, and — the page that made me laugh and ache at once — a crude drawing of the penthouse couch with three small feet at the edge and a caption: Extra seat reserved for chaos.

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.

Gerald was completely in shock. “Erm, our father was intending to hide the truth from you for another two years but I can’t bring myself to do so because I know you’re constantly getting bullied in school. Therefore, I planned to tell you the news in advance. Our family is actually really wealthy. The Crawford family has a huge business industry throughout the world. Do you know that eighty percent of the gold mines, minerals, and petroleum in Africa actually belongs to our family?” “This is not inclusive of all the other industries in Daxtonville and abroad.”

"Keep going. Describe what will happen next." I kept on reading, my voice so soft and trembling with every line. "I want to watch her pussy stretch against me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to cum so her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns her cunt." The word cunt felt so dirty coming from my mouth that my pussy clenched so hard, sending another rush of wetness between my legs. I shifted my chair, trying to hide how turned on I was getting, but Professor James noticed everything. He didn't look annoyed, though; he looked pleased, like a predator that had finally cornered its....

said Catherine then her daughter interrupted . " He was too perfect to be true , mom . I am sorry for saying this but I don't wanna be like you and that scumbag father of mine . I couldn't handle that !.....don't wanna create useless fantasies that will end up hurting me............Even if he was serious......he is obviously a rich guy from some rich family . Rih guys always tend to take advantage of girls with no background.........You know our situation perfectly well mom !.....I am not blaming you , I am just stating out the truth of our current condition . A love story with a rich guy.........I can't afford it mother . " said Charlotte with a forced smile .

As such, Mom went to work as a helper for a rich family. Mom was beautiful and was often subjected to harassment by her employer. She came home crying and left for work in tears. Dad never stood up for her, only saying, "Life isn't always what you want it to be." Thus, she learnt how to keep her head down, resulting in her current demeanor. Yet, Susan's back was perfectly straight, her head held high. That was because Dad was the source of her strength. At the secondhand luxury store, I dealt with wealthy clients and naturally had connections. A quick check revealed everything. Dad wasn't just rich; he was powerful, too. He was the Broadcasting Corporation's elusive boss.