Michael Porter Jr Parents Novels & Stories

Three hours later, the Lachlan family's private jet landed smoothly at the international airport beside Venmuth Harbor. Micah held my hand as we stepped off the plane. Two figures were waiting on the tarmac in the cold wind. The man was my father, Andrew Lachlan, who was the current head of the Lachlan family and the wealthiest man in Grandor. The woman was my mother, Portia Emerson. The moment Mom saw me, she rushed forward and threw her arms around me. Then, she started crying uncontrollably.

He maintained the Bermuda lawn and the orchids their Madam Lauren had planted. He was also her neighbor in their small village which was an hour's ride from here. His father was the same as her dad, a driver of Master Christopher Michaels, Albert's father. He was a tyrant business tycoon and owned a lot of giant companies in the country and abroad. Jaden's mom was one of the chefs. So, all six of them served this high and mighty blue blood family. Jaden had been pursuing Sam since they were in high school but she always told him, he had no chance for someone had already taken her heart. When he asked who, Sam simply replied, "My imaginary boyfriend!"

Easton finished with a soft chuckle. A burst of nervous laughter left the chauffeur's mouth and Easton smiled. "You seem to know a lot about the family." "Oh, my father worked for the late Mr. and Mrs. D'Aureville, I was born in one of their employee's homes, I grew up knowing all four siblings and I saw the mess Michael created for his parents while they were still alive, he nearly killed his mother with heart attack, he was always on the run, only coming home to steal whatever he could and off he goes, his parents were ashamed of him so they placed him in the invisible list, only Matthew attended executive meetings with their parents and only his face was known to the business world." His

“And I dare say, much of that success has been solidified thanks to Michael’s excellent leadership. Our connection with the Harrington family is no small feat.” He added, giving a nod of approval that felt like a benediction. Grandma was the first to speak after him, with her silver hair pinned neatly, and leaned towards him with fond eyes to say. “indeed…indeed. That boy is sent from God to us.” Across the table, Michael’s parents exchanged glances of the same kind of pride, his mother beaming openly. His father, who was much closer, rubbed his palm and nodded in the overdone way that said, “My son has made me proud.”.

I quickly grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom to take my shower. Afterwards, I got dressed in a checkered polo shirt paired with blue jeans and sneaker shoes. I put my brother's cellphone in my pants pocket. Then I went out of my room and headed to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Foods are already served on the table, but I don't have much appetite to eat meals in the morning. I'm sure my parents left already for work. Mom is a Chief Financial Officer of a Lending Institution while dad is the Founder and Chairman of a real estate company in Washington DC. I can say that we belong to the upper class. Both dad and mom were coming from wealthy business families so apparently, being g

Sometimes, I also bore the wrath of Dad's anger as he saw me as a means to get Mom to fulfill his greedy desires. "You'll be staying with Grandpa from now," Mom had said to me over dinner on my eight birthday and I couldn't have been more excited. "He'll be here to pick you up tomorrow morning after breakfast." I loved Grandpa Jordan so much and wished he was my Dad instead of the monster who I only considered a sperm donor. When Michael and I were born, Grandpa had named us Jordans. This means we were considered rightful heirs of his and would be next in line to inherit his fortune someday. His generous act had only angered Father the more, and he used Mom as an outlet for his destructive a

Nothing else. "Enough, Lena. Today, I was just helping Janine. She’s newly divorced, and her daughter, Nina Carter, can’t quite accept it yet. The little girl… well, she doesn’t want the other kids to know she doesn’t have a dad." Before I could answer, Michael’s tone softened, as if he realized he had gone too far. "I promise, it won’t happen again." He gave me a small, practiced smile. "Now, bring me the shirt. We’ll talk when I get back."

I was the middle child, and I was basically invisible to my entire family. My parents marked down the birthdays of my older sister, Mandy Smith, and my younger brother, Matthew Smith, on their calendars. However, they could never remember my birthday. Mandy and Matthew always had new dresses and new suits to wear, but my parents always forgot to buy new clothes for me. Mandy and Matthew always had birthday presents, but my parents never bought presents for me. When we went back to our hometown for the New Year, my parents once again forgot about me and left me behind in an unmanned rest stop in the freezing weather…

Liza was sad on his behalf. Hearing the sadness in Liza’s voice for something that had happened a long time ago, Mike shook his head to bring himself out of his sad thoughts. “Oh it’s fine babe, it happened a long time ago and we have learnt to live with it. Anyways, I have a mother who is at home in Birmingham with my elder brother, Jordan, who is the chairman of the company. He is happily married with two kids.” Mike told her.

' I suggested. ' Hmmm. Alright. But, no girls.' Raph said after thinking for a while. ' Aye Aye Captain Raphael.' I replied raising my two hands as a sign of me surrendering. * * * * * I'm Michael Leonard. I'm a 26-year-old handsome young man. I own a company where we trade in the buying and selling of automobile spare parts. Okay, it's not like I'm the owner of the company, my parents are. However, dad and mum have relocated to the states. While dad is a Nigerian, my mum is half Nigerian, half American. My mum's dad was an American but he got married to a Nigerian. Since my mum is half cast, I got a little bit of her looks.