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Hmmm, how thoughtful. Still, I shake my head, “don’t be lazy dear, I didn’t raise you like that” **** “Woah, he really did all that?” I said as Noah narrates all his encounter with the mysterious man he called daddy. “Yes, mama his rich, fit your criteria of a man” Kids, so delusional. “Man in finance, trust fund baby, six-five, blue eyes” Emma recite “did he tick all the boxes?” “Yes Emma, A upgrade, a billionaire unicorn walking in town, his unmarried I think”

His face flushed with uncertainty. “You see, my dear, for more than four nights now, my family has been in search of the rightful bride for my lovely son. I don’t know how my eldest daughter found you, but I must commend you for looking presentable and beautiful for my son. If you agree this minute to become the wife to the only son of the richest man in Rio Hondo, I promise you your poverty is over. You will have anything that is under the sun. You can be rest assured that hence forth your generation shall know no poverty,” he said and burst into a radical laugh.

Someone recognized Dad's face and said, "Hey, isn't that Greg Swanson, the guy with a 5,000,000-dollar debt? How did his daughter end up dying here?" His words shattered the last of Dad's psychological defenses. He jerked his head up and yelled with bloodshot eyes, "Get out! All of you, get out of my sight! "I don't have any debts! I'm rich! I'm filthy rich! I've got so much money that I don't know what to do with it!" He then clumsily fished out a checkbook and a black card from his pocket and said, "Save my daughter! If you can save her, I'll give you a million dollars! No, I'll give you ten million!"

He had often said I reminded him of his daughter whom he had only briefly met a few times as a child. His wife had whisked her away, never to be seen again. When I had offered to help him look for her, he had declined to say she was better off not knowing her father was a homeless drunk. When I was done telling the story, Axel's expression was one of sadness, "That's such a sad story. I'm glad he's had someone like you to help him through." We spoke in between dinner and when I returned home, I couldn't help the smile on my face.

"What did you just say? Are you comparing me to that fool? How can you, mother? You and father are changing towards me and I doubt if I am your son." "You are my son…" "Then prove it, support me." "I love your father, Vegas. I can't bear it if something happens to him." Vegas slammed his hand against the door and it frightened Mandarin. "What the f*ck are you saying, mum? What do you mean by love? Don't you like living an expensive life, flaunting all the riches and money to the world? You got married to dad because of this, right? You were brought up with riches but it seems like you want to die in poverty. The business is turning red and I doubt if it will even survive by the end of this w

Hello Teddybears! I have started a new book titled “The Billionaire Heir “ . It’s in the ‘a rise to glory, billionaire heir and son-in-law genre’. You can read it on GoodNovel or MegaNovel. Below is a brief summary and I’m assuring you that you will love and even learn some few investments tricks in this story. ***Xander Kings is a poor university student who barely eats three square meals, he is always disgraced and insulted by his rich classmates and his heart got broken when he was chasing the girl of his dreams because of his poverty.

The vibration of Royal's phone cut him mid-laughter, and his smile morphed into something deadly as he glanced at the screen. "Speak." he half roared into the speaker and took off, leaving Lucious with his face covered in dough. "Daddy is rich, and we are poor.” Lucious intoned after a momentary silence and a flare of pain lasered inside. Wait for kids to attack you with the ugly truth. "Daddy is surely rich baby," I added, with a pang of bitterness lazing my insides. Did he really have to call me out like that? I was about to give Lucious a pep talk, something straight from Rich Dad; Poor Dad when Royal sauntered into the kitchen, a dangerous shadow marring his perfectly refined features.

“Dad, they threw me out into the street. And I couldn't even get a place to stay because his goddamn mother maxed out my credit card. You know what the best part is? I'd just paid the mortgage because he was drinking and gambling away his money.” He sighed and put his arm around my shoulder, leading me back inside to the living room. “I understand that they put you through a lot. But karma is already doing its thing. Leave them alone.” “They didn't put me through a lot, dad. They flipped my life upside down,” I seethed. I went on to tell him how I met Rachel at the gym. She was struggling and I felt pretty for her so I got her a job as Oscar’s secretary.

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

In debt, No more expensive cars, No more expensive spending, no more servants. All my life I had lived rich and now I was actually going to be that disgusting word POOR. My brain not being able to take all this in, I fainted right on the spot.