My Dad's Billionaire Best-friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Astrid, sweetheart, are you sure you want to marry this fool?" I burst into laughter. "Absolutely sure." Dad sighs like I’ve just broken his heart. “I don’t know what happened to my little girl. She used to be so sweet, so innocent. Now she’s been infected by this idiot.” “Hey!” Jordan gives dad a stink eyes. “Infected? Really?” Dad nods. “I had high hopes for her, you know? She could’ve married a prince, a billionaire, a doctor—” Jordan cuts in. “I am a billionaire.”

he replied. "Dad, what would you have done if one of your friends had dated me?" I asked as I looked over at him. I was nervous about his answer. "Well, that is quite a question. I am close to Tristan. I can only think of him if he had to date you...." he shook his head, blowing out a breath. "I guess I would kill him with my bare hands....I don't know. But I surely wouldn't allow my friends to take advantage of my daughter and get away with it. I don't know...but as long as it's not happening I'm happy," he looked at me with a smile. "There isn't anything there now, is there?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

I really did even though he didn't. And I knew, this love was going to cause me a lot of losses when Jacob might only lose a friend. "I can, Chloe, I absolutely can," Dad spoke up, "I know about you just as well as Jacob does. I remember how you used to offer hand-jobs to guys on your first dates, for an extra twenty dollars, even when you weren't exactly hard up for cash. I recall how you paid guys to play the part of your boyfriend, with certain 'benefits' attached such as—sucking their dicks in return, and let's not forget the nights you pilfered money from lockers, getting caught twice. It was your dear boyfriend who had to bail you out by borrowing money from me. I can list more inciden

She looks sad, and I have a feeling she knows him. "Do you know him?" I ask her. "Who doesn't know Zayden Alvarez?" she replies. Her statement makes my mom raise her head from the magazine she's been engrossed in, deep in thought. "You know him?" My mom asks Pamela. "Yes, I do. He's the youngest billionaire in New York, just as they've tagged him in the magazine. I saw him once in my father's company." "Your father?" My mom finally lets the magazine drop. "Are they business partners?"

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

He looked over at Alexander, who was checking his phone but clearly listening. "So," Dad lowered his voice, leaning in. "That's him? The billionaire causing all the stir in Manhattan?" I chuckled, a small, genuine sound. "Yes, Dad. That's him." "He's... tall," Dad noted, impressed. "And he wears a suit well. Better than the last one." The mention of Richard hung in the air. My father had liked Richard. Or, at least, he had liked Richard's status. He had liked having a son-in-law who was a CEO.

“I’ve been busy with the holiday. What do you want?” He chuckled softly. “Straight to the point. I like that about you. Look, I know things got a little intense before break. I just wanted to check in. See how your holiday is going at your friend’s fancy house.” Something in his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I kept my tone light. “It’s fine. Relaxing.” “Good, good. It must be nice having a billionaire’s daughter as a best friend.” My grip tightened on the phone. I hadn’t mentioned any of those details to him, how did he know her father is a billionaire?

I looked at Dave and asked him. “Your dad is a billionaire?” I said surprised, that would explain the place we were at last night. He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. He closed his eyes and opened them, then nodded his head, “My dad was a billionaire”. I felt pity for him and his dad but there was no way I could help. “Now listen, young man, you cannot have Diana anymore, even if you both have the same alphabet starting your name. Poverty is real.” Dad cleared his throat as I looked at him with my mouth wide open.

"Were you the one who framed my dad?" Zayden's lips parted, but for a second, nothing came out. Then he shook his head, his brows knitting together. "How could you even think that, Scarlett? Your father and I built that company from the ground up. We were best friends! There’s no way I’d frame him for something like that."

With thinking about that curiously He took out the letter & started reading. “Dear Mike, you don’t know me. But I am your Dad. I missed you a lot. I didn’t contact you these years because I wanted to become the most powerful person in the country. After so much hard work, i have achieved my goals. I Know you won’t believe me. You will have so many questions. I will answer all your questions once I am back. I have kept my eyes over you all these years. Don’t worry son. Dad is here to take care of you. I am sending you 10 million dollars in your account for your basic needs & treatment of Nani. I have also attached my phone number. Call me if you need more money anytime. See you.”