My Dad's Billionaire Best-friend Novels & Stories

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

The brown haired girl stuttered, as tears built up in her eyes. I shook my head no and observed them silently. Long story short, they reminded me that I was their friend, and proved it by showing me pictures we all took together. It turned out that I had the wrong impression about my Dad, I had underestimated him being a school janitor, when he was a multide billionaire, the second wealthiest man here and I was flaunting his money, spending extravagantly. He was into real estate management, own hotels, companies, plus thousands of workers.

She muttered, shyly. "Well, now you shop in person. Let's get you something fashionable." Despite her initial refusal and disagreement, she finally accepted all the outfits I picked out for her. I also got myself something, something I knew Scott would love. I don't know why I bothered. "So... What's up with you and the billionaire guy? You both seem kinda close." She asked as we headed back. "He's my dad's best friend..." "Oh...I—i thought he was your sugar daddy. I'm sorry I—"

“So, Gen, do you mind introducing your friend?” Dad asked me. “Of cause not.” I turned to Dan. “Everyone, this is Dan. My hacker friend. And Dan, this is my dad-” “Mr. Raphael. Of cause.” Dan said smiling politely. “I truly admire you, sir.” “What do you admire about me?” Dad wasn’t smiling back. “Your hard work.” Dan nodded. “Building an empire this huge is not child’s play. So much must have been invested. Energetically, financially…”

Arriving at the building the next day, Amanda was immediately allowed inside without waiting. "Maybe he had already informed them of my coming." Amanda thought to herself. Immediately Amanda got home yesterday, she made sure to search for Eric Adam online and she was shocked by the results. Eric was a fast-rising billionaire in the tech industry, he started his business from scratch, there was only a little information about his personal life, just news about his success and business. There was no news about his wife and kid.

"Yes, I do. He is the youngest billionaire in New York just like he has been tagged here in the magazine. I saw him once in my father's company." "Your father?" Mom finally drops the magazine. "Are they business partners?" Pamela shrugs. She knows little about her father's business and clients. "I have no idea. I will ask dad when I get home." "Please do and give me every information you get." "I know he is the CEO of AJ Construction Company in Geneva. I also know he has a textile company, among others. That is the only information I know of him."

He was an elderly man who didn't appear to have taken a bath in several days. “Daughter” The cold caused his voice to tremble. Sara Owen looked at him, and her heart began to beat. “Dad?” It was not doable. Her father had passed away. Was this person a fraud then? In a restaurant, the madman was eating impatiently and Sara Owen was looking at him in frustration. Was it only a coincidence or was Adrian setting a trap?

"Dad, I'm sorry please. I didn't mean to keep it from you" My father's expression turned stern once more. "I can't believe you're also trying to move on to his best friend, Luther.” He gazed at Luther for a while, his expression still stern. “Why are you moving on so quickly? Haven't you had enough from these men?" His concern seemed to be a mix of paternal care and worry about the scandal's impact on their business reputation.

“Yes. Aunty Sonia saved us that night. He thought you died in my womb, so I had to keep you a secret.” “Was that why you always warned me to avoid strangers?” Tyler asked softly. “Yes, T. I swore to keep you safe.” “But, why didn’t he want us?” “I don’t know, sometimes rich people sometimes don’t want to associate with the poor.” “What do you mean, Mom?” “Your dad is a wealthy billionaire. And people like him sometimes, they do not want to be seen with the lower class.” Tyler blinked. “A billionaire?” “Yes.” “So, I’m the son of a billionaire?”

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.