I've Got A Super Rich Dad Novelcat Mga Nobela at Kwento

I took a deep breath and relaxed into the car seat finally. About thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a mansion that looked like it belonged in a European fairy tale. The mansion had three stories of white stone, with columns, balconies and windows. Inside was even more overwhelming. "What do these people do?" I whispered as Cassian led me through the crowd. "Telling you would make you an accessory to about forty different crimes, including a few deaths in the family.” His hand pressed against my lower back. I thought suddenly of what Raven had said about Cassian’s mother. What had she meant? And why wouldn't Cassian talk about his mother? He'd barely mentioned his family at al

"What did you mean by that?" Ricardo chuckled bitterly. "Oh, quite a lurid tale, Lily. You see, after that incident on the roof of the Barrett mansion, Aiden's father transformed from the sweet, responsible leader of the Blackwood Mafia Empire to something darker, colder, and more maniacal. Something his dear Heidi could not recognize anymore. And surprisingly, this villainous Nathan made the empire prosper even more than ever." I listened with rapt attention as Ricardo unraveled the layers of Aiden's past. Everything was as fascinating and as scary as a horror story.

"And we are so sorry, Leo. But we will never lie to you again." Leo slid off the chair and walked straight toward Elias. Instead of shouting or crying, he wrapped his arms around Elias's neck in a tight, trusting embrace. "It's okay," Leo mumbled into Elias's shoulder. "I always wanted a real dad who wasn't busy being a famous CEO. I like the one who plays chess." Elias held his son tightly, closing his eyes in profound relief. The ultimate risk had paid off. The foundation of their real family was finally secure.

She stood up, grabbed the glass cup on the table and gulped down the last drop of wine in it, kept it back and walked off while Riley followed her behind like a little puppy. I dropped the magazine in my hand on the table squeezing my face in fury while shaking my head slowly, so this is what my mother was willing to do to get her daughter married to Finn? it was obvious that the company was at the verge of going bankrupt, I was so sure that Mrs Grace Caddel would have no choice but to give into her demands especially now that she has more than enough shares that could pull down the pillars of the company if withdrawn.

Mom stroked my long dark hair and simply said, "You know you are different from the other kids. I think it's time you know why." Mom went on to explain to me that her family, dating back thousands of years, was descendants of an ancient Egyptian Pride of werecats. As the feline blood thinned from generation after generation of marrying humans, our breed was almost gone. She told me that she was a werecat too, and that she had some feline abilities, like the thought transfers. She was sad when she confessed that she had never been able to shift. She had seen so many feline traits in me already that she was now wondering how we were going to deal with it.

I really don’t. “I’ve got a kitten,” I warn her. She sighs and backs away to stand in the doorway. “The kitty’s new mommy gave it to me. She’s a weird lady. Too busy and stressed to feed and watch it until it’s ready to go home with her. So she’s giving me the car to get around in. She found out I’m walking to and from work. The kitten isn’t allowed to get cold.” Carina shakes her head. “That is some rich white people shit. Won’t take care of the cat but spends thousands for someone else to do it.”

Is that what a daughter is worth? I hadn't saved anywhere close to that much money. The crazy part is that I knew it was pocket change compared to what Jaxon made at the publishing house. Why the hell would Jackson take the deal? For a moment, I entertained the idea of running away, slipping out the window and making a break for it, starting a new life somewhere else, leaving Dad, Jaxon, and all this bullsh*t behind me. Only for a moment, though. Only fools ran, especially from Jaxon Deverioux, who apparently is the boss of the underworld or something. I might've been upset, but I wasn't stupid, even though right then I felt like the dumbest person alive for being in a situation like this.

The original Jacob had truly simped in a way that was almost impressively pathetic. But here was the kicker. His background was ridiculously overpowered. Not only did he have a billionaire father and a mother who was literally a global icon, but he also had seven older sisters who were all ridiculously successful in wildly different fields. Honestly, even when I was the hero of a power-fantasy novel, the writers never pushed the plot this far. This was just absurd. And yet, despite being handed a billionaire heir's identity on a silver platter, the original Jacob had somehow managed to morph himself into the most spineless, self-destructing simp in existence.

"That is not how borrowing works." "That is how my borrowing works." Chloe shook her head. But she was smiling. --- After dinner, we opened gifts. Rick gave me a book. A first edition. Something by an author I had never heard of. "It belonged to my mother," he said. I looked at him. "Rick." "She would have wanted you to have it. She was not good at a lot of things. But she was good at books." I held the book. It was old. The pages were yellow. The spine was cracked.

Perhaps Jody was right; there's the high possibility of the person being wealthy after all, I admitted to myself before making my way towards two men sitting at the end of the restaurant. As I shuffled nearer to them, they both got up from their seats. For a moment, I felt important. A tall, bronzed, loose-limbed man stepped forward from the table. At first, the person I was seeing was Connor Shelby of the Shelby Empire, a multi-billion dollar estate that was majorly into real estate and oil and gas. It was safe to call him the wealthiest young person in London. Added to the fact that he was also an Alpha, the Alpha of Lumia’s Pack.