Novel & Cerita My Dad's Billionaire Best-friend

LONDON I was furious at Dad. He was always one step ahead of me. He did not even ask my permission to announce my relationship to his millions of followers on Twitter. Why did he have to do that before I could? I mean, yeah, he was my father, the billionaire, investor, philanthropist, capitalist, the chairman of the Vanderford Group, compared to me, just the daughter. I wouldn’t even have a job and a clothing line in my name if it was not because of him and his influence.

why them? “Because I didn’t want to watch them take what you love,” he said. “Because I owed your father for the faith he put in me once. Because… because I’m selfish in the quiet ways too — I wanted to make sure when all this came for you, there would be a place you could come back to that wasn’t gutted.” The confession landed like a warm hand over my ribs. It was protection folded into property — a billionaire’s twist that was tender in its logic. He had made a financial play as a love letter.

“Wait — no way… Is that—?” I blinked, breath caught in my throat. No… it can’t be. But it was. Leonard “Leo” Morano. My father’s old best friend. The man who disappeared from our lives when I was fifteen. I hadn’t seen him in years, but that face — that commanding air — I’d never forgotten it. He didn’t speak as he walked straight to me. The men from the Lion Gang froze. They knew him too. Everyone knew Leo Morano. He wasn’t just a rumor. He was a legend. A myth turned flesh. The silent storm.

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"

"Don't you know where is your father, The famous billionaire?" "...." When I heard it all. I was amazed! It's true! My Father is a fucking billionaire! Then I got my cool! When they silenced I speak this time. Little Park: It's not easy to be the son of a billionaire! I worked too hard! But I'm going to surpass my father! I shouted that loud in front of the cameras. Then I remembered that paper! 'Father... it's time to open your legacy!' I thought. Then I will show it! In front of these lowly ants!

My dad had been one of the most popular names for his wealth, doing business with, and hanging out with the likes of Amelia’s father which in turn meant Amelia and I became friends even though we weren’t at the same private high school. Everything had happened so fast; from being spoiled as an only child to wealthy parents, to going bankrupt within a matter of months. I hadn’t seen it coming, so it had hit me like a freight train. It had gone public, my father, the most trustworthy finance titan, whose wealth came from the finance company, hedge funds, and private equity firms, including managing the finances of other companies, had suddenly lost all his money in some silly Ponzi scheme that

After a savory meal Hillary and her parents settled on the sofa to watch the television. She saw a glimpse of the man she once spotted in the news while she was sitting on the park. Curiousity sinked in her mind. Her dad was staring at the man. "He travelled around the world. He is so rich. He is a businessman and what more a billionaire." his dad said praising him. "What is his name.? I asked out of curiousity. "Kryss Mills." He's the only son of the billionaire Frank Mills. His dad exited in business industry long ago. , so his son owns all of their businesses.

"All right, whatever helps you sleep at night. But you are still your father's son, Leonardo." "Rot in hell." Laughing, his attention turns back to the party. "Before I go to hell, I should enjoy my billions on earth, right? Hey, waiter! Get me cold bottle of rosé." The man leaves me standing there. He walks over to a couple of his millionaire investors where they're most likely plotting how to take over the world and make the poor even poorer. "Sometimes, I forget that our dads are such close friends and business partners," a familiar voice speaks behind me.

"That's nice. I love it. You look so young to be my uncle you know. What are you? Thirty?" "36. I'm not that young." "Now we have to find you a wife." I tease him. He laughs. "So. Will you take up the position? You seem perfect for it." The mood in the car instantly changes. "I'll think about it. But I'll still live with Harry until I find my own place." JJ nods at this but says nothing. We stay in silence for about two minutes. "Is he the dad?" I choke on the air and turn to him. "No. He's my best friend. The dad doesn't even know about her."