My Dad's Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

He surged closer to rod and patted his shoulders. “Do you realize who you are? You are rod Benson. That name is worth over ten billion dollars. Your father is the richest tycoon in New York he has made many poor men billionaires, including me. Today you are struggling to meet your needs. You are squatting with me. You have no bulky bank account. You are broke today because of a silly decision that will lead you nowhere. Return to your father, marry Opula, father your child, be rich and have peace of mind.”

"Don't pretend to be noble. You always refused to please rich men. Now our company is about to go bankrupt, and if you fail again this time, I'm going to sell you to a Mexican drug lord. If you want to live, go and please Vince. It's better for both of us." Lydia remembered the terrible look on her father's face when he said that. Her father won't allow her to screw this up, because this time the billionaire is Vince Evans. Vince Evans is a name that no one can ignore. The heir of a nationwide luxury hotel group, a famous Wall Street investor, the top three on the list of golden bachelors ...... Also, the CEO with cruel methods, the domineering and cold businessman, the man who will never be

I cut budgets, redirected contracts, and demanded a level of perfection that made even the senior directors sweat. ​By 6:00 PM, the office was quiet again. My father walked in without knocking, two glasses of vintage scotch in his hands. He handed one to me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of regret. ​"You handled the Anderson situation with surgical precision," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "I’ll admit, I expected a bit more crying. Perhaps a moment of hesitation." ​"I ran out of tears three days ago, Dad," I replied, the scotch burning a pleasant trail down my throat. "Hesitation is a luxury I can no longer afford."

Another text: *Next time, you’ll be inside. He called Jake. “Take them to the safe house. Now.” --- Past Adriana watched the news from her balcony, champagne in hand. Leon’s face dominated the screen—*“Billionaire CEO Accused of Fraud!”* Richard had delivered. The board was in chaos, investors fleeing. Leon’s net worth plummeted. She dialed him. “Still think you can ignore me?” “What do you want?” Leon hissed. “Everything,” she said. --- **Present**

I said softly, “I’m not a baby anymore.” She smiled. “You’ll always be my baby. Even when you’re ninety and bossing around your own grandchildren.” “You’ll be there to spoil them first,” I whispered. Her smile faltered for just a second before she whispered, “I hope so.” ********** Ever since Mum was diagnosed with a brain tumor, our world had been caving in like a house built on sand. My dad had tried everything — selling his shop, borrowing from friends, then strangers, then anyone willing to lend — legal or not.

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.

“Oh please. Don’t listen to him. No one’s more competitive and obsessed with business than he is.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “No it’s okay, it just means we’ll get along really well.” I wasn’t sure what to say after that. But I managed to force words out of my mouth. “You’re in business?” “My dad’s the owner of Crowning Enterprises. So I know a thing or two.” “Sophia’s going to take over her dad’s company one day.” “Is that so?” “I’m not too sure about that, I still have a lot to learn. Maybe you can teach me, or we could even merge companies.”

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.

Slap was so hard that blood came out of the corner of his mouth. “Stop this. If you don’t want to help. Say no directly. Let’s go Michael.” Andria was angry now. “Don’t come in between us. I know you. What is your dad’s net worth? I know him. It is 400 to 500 million dollars right? He is just like a baby in front of me. My net worth is 15 billion dollars & increasing every minute. If you do talk like that with me again, I will make sure that your dad’s company gets shut down tonight only.” Jay ignored her & started hitting Michael.

The dinner was served, everybody was in silence. "Everybody come over here Dad has something to say to all of you". Andrew announced, we all dragged our feets to the sitting room. "Recently, the company has been losing a lot and it is going bankrupt". Dad stopped, we all exchanged glares, a lot of thought came to my mind. "Are we going to live as low lives?Are we going to lose everything?". He continued... "Someone offered to help". I let out a sigh at least there is a solution.