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Still feeling doubtful, he had left her to read in her rocking chair while refusing to acknowledge that she was right—that he was a good father. Richard glanced at his watch, waiting for his friend to show up and wondering if he had forgotten what they had talked about the previous night. He would have to admit that he needed counselling from a knowledgeable man who understood men that were in his position of life and his friend had suggested one who lived a few blocks away but he had not given him an address. Richard pushed his mug slightly and stood up to get a better look outside. By now, the men from the mission school had left the bar and the rain had suddenly stopped. With no men to ta

"I Know it is too much to ask, just coming into your life and changing the way things work and I am truly sorry about it all, I will begin with rewarding you, I'll pay you everyday that you are with me until I can discard this issue." Coming from a billionaire, I knew it wasn't impossible. "I don't want money, at least not for now. If you're going to take care of anyone, please let it be Alex." This was finally my time to pay Alex back for all he had done for me especially when all I did was get in trouble. "Fine then." He smiled, "night time, prepare yourself." He took a piece of chicken wing from the table as he took his exit, "enjoy your meal."

Dad chuckled. “He is thinking like a true businessman. That would be a great idea. My grandbaby is going to grow in wealth, and she will never know hardship. It’s a great idea to build a foundation for her when young,” he replied with a smile. I shook my head; the rich really want to become richer. I reminded myself that I am rich now myself; Dad’s shares are now in my name, and that is a lot. We got to Mom’s room, and we both sat beside her. She is still in the same condition as when I met her; nothing has changed.

"Dad!" "What? Who wouldn't drool over this guy? If this is how he really looks and this isn't one of those digital editing you people do, then this man is worth being gay for." "But he's rude Dad. I don't think I'll be able to put up with him and his attitude." "What's even so bad about this guy?" "You should wait until you meet him Dad. Be patient." ********** "What do you mean by that?" "You've gone bankrupt Richard! All your wealth, all your earnings and nothing to show for it. And now, you're letting me suffer for it." Brittany gritted her teeth in anger.

“How famous is your family?” Xavier’s brows rose, though there was no mockery in his expression. “That depends on who you ask.” Joe, who had returned with another pot of tea, looked as though he was trying not to smile. “I mean it,” I said. “I knew you were wealthy, but I did not know it was like this.” “That it was this much?” Xavier asked. I lowered my eyes. “Yes.” He leaned back in his chair. “The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.”

Her only family. When their parents died, he had taken over the family fintech company as the first child and was once considered a shrewd and ambitious businessman, but when he'd lost his wife and daughter to an auto crash, he lost himself. Then came the drinking, the incessant partying until he ran the company into bankruptcy. It saddened her to think what he'd become. Elizabeth didn't know how much he owed. She'd rather not know. All she knew was the deal she'd struck with those two terrifying men this morning. She had a month to come up with two hundred thousand dollars, during which they would leave him alone.

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.

Her parents… There was her father, Samuel Anderson, near his Mercedes, looking hunted and furious. It was the first time Phoebe had seen him in the last five years. She stood still, the color draining from her shattered face. Lorenzo hissed. “I don't think you should read that stuff. It's only going to upset you.” Phoebe stared down at the pages. There was a picture of the shabby street where she had lived as a child. There was a caption beneath the photo. 'From poverty to wealth beyond wildest imagination. How? The billion-dollar baby!'

He chuckled softly “You don’t read the Times I guess?” I shook my head “I’m more likely to be found reading a book than a newspaper.” “Angel, Cartridge Construction was the most profitable New York company for the past 5 years, on paper, I’m a billionaire a few times over.” I gulped. My father had crossed the Millionaire mark a few years back with some savvy investing but I had no idea about their neighbors. “I would have thought your parents would have moved to Greenwich or New England with those kinds of funds.”

Derrick gazed with amusement at the men across from him all with differrent expressions. "Even selling your wife and all your assets won't be enough to free you from your sons debts, Mr. Richards. Do you think Nathan would give a f*ck when he finds out that you almost caused his life at the expense of your son's? Or do you think he would loan you some more money to pay for your son's debt after what you did? He might even kill you himself after finding out about it."