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My father looked surprised for a moment then said "you are no grandchild of mine your just a bastard with a gold digging mother trying to take my son's money but if you think I'll ever let that happen you can think again." The moment he uttered those words Alessandro pinned him to the wall he then replied my father with "If we wanted your son's money we could have gotten it a long time ago plus my mother always worked hard for whatever she wanted and that's why she opened up her own cafe by herself plus I work as well so we don't need your filthy money that you lied and cheated innocent people out of." "A cafe? ha don't make me laugh what can you do with that I could buy her out in less than

Mr Ricardo “Gianni my daughter, I hope you find the courage to live by the o es you hate, never did I believe you had it in you, a sacrifice of one's life to protect the ones the love, I hope the get to know what really happened, and why you had to do what you did, and it doesn't become to late. Ish my son, I sti trust in you and you haven't failed at the very least, I know you'd get them back for this inflicted pain and Daniel, hops you fight along side, making me the proudest dad in the world, although I wasn't tge best of father's, I hope you never loose strength” Mrs Fernando “It's ours finally, it's all ours son, we won at last, we outdid the Ricardo's, we outdid the weak, now its all m

" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that! Kevin grew even more triggered when he caught the cold fury in my eyes. He flew into a rage as he spat, "Did you think that someone would suddenly barge in and save you, you little mongrel? "Only poor, dirty rats like you would believe in rags-to-riches fairytales. Don't you love acting pitiful? I'm going to give you something to actually be pitiful about!" He then raised the hammer in the air once more, aiming for my good leg next.

- Ok, you don’t have to be ironic… - I am not. If you want to know the full story I kidnapped Rita because I hate her and her perfect life both in the past and now and let us hope she doesn’t have it in the future. More than that I have spared you to live a life of deprivation so you are in for a huge fortune; in my mother’s testament, it is all about you. So no more poverty for you. - What did you do? - What I know best, and don’t be amazed. You are my father and you have to get me out of this.

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

Pedro's cell phone vibrated gently in the pocket of his slick ironed pants and a long shirt top that was no less slick with the expensive pants he was currently wearing. Expensive clothes, handsome looks, and a charming smile are Pedro's charms that no one will be able to resist. Since he could make millions of dollars overnight, he no longer wanted to be the pathetic bum he had been so underrated in New Orleans. It could be said that his life has now drastically changed, from a dirty ugly boy to a rich and attractive adult man.

I don't even get the treatment of a normal human being and these people think that they are achieving nirvana by demeaning us. "What's so great about you that you can speak such bull about me? A rich dad's spoiled and pampered princess who had never seen a day of sorrow, deprivation, or struggle, who do you think you are to curse me and my son? Just one rejection and you are already dying?? All my life, I have known nothing but rejection. Not only have I been rejected by Robbie, but also by my parents, my classmates, and even the entire society, and you think your sorrow is greater??"

But as luck would have it,they had decided to choose this night of all nights to be awake and waiting for me. "Alfredo,està bien",she had given my father the glass of water and he had finished drinking it. "Déjalo dormir,por favor",my mom pleaded. "Leave!",my dad replied. "Thank you sir",I left and took the stairs heading to my room. I was grateful for my mom pleading for me else I would have stood there for about another 30 minutes being told the story of how my father, Alfredo Gustavo was nothing but a penniless refugee who had come to USA from Brazil and built his big conglomerate from scratch .

now he was sitting across from him, powerless. At least that was what Aaron wanted to believe. In his mind, he could already see the news headlines: Detective Aaron Adler brings down Mafia Don Dante Krüger. The city of North Meadow would finally be rid of the notorious Nordau Bloc. Aaron's heart leapt. After this, Dante's son, Viktor, would be next, then his wife, and finally, the entire syndicate would crumble. Aaron would be hailed as a hero. The savior of a city once infested by corruption.

“You’re… you’re actually angry? Over money? Sofia, it’s nothing! A rounding error! And I only brought the card you gave me. How am I supposed to get home? I even bought you a gift! You’ve embarrassed me!” There it was. The faux apology, the crumb of a gift, designed to shut me up and make me compliant. It had worked for years. Not anymore. The weight of his father’s coffin was heavier. “Your father’s funeral is in three days,” I said, my voice devoid of emotion. “If you care to pay your respects, be there.” I moved to hang up. “Wait!” His tone shifted, a crack of uncertainty. “The same lie? This is about the money, isn’t it? The half-million? You’re that petty?”