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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.

"You see darling, your father did not understand that gambling isn't for the poor and wretched but only for the rich who have enough money to lose. You poor people should stop getting hopes that you'll make it big from the rich, nah, it doesn't work that way. You don't get to have it easy; you have to strive and suffer for it." He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary."

Fathia said, “am scared because some men use a pregnant women for money rituals, and I don't want you to be a victim" her mom said, “Peter Is not a ritualist, his dad Is a billionaire, and this guy Is a friend of Richard, and I met him In their house and I believe that Richard's dad and his dad might be friends, please, let me give him a chance” Fathia said, “you have my support but be careful and watchful” her mom said, and they smiled, and Fathia left her mom, while her mom was still Inside her room arranging her room,

The messages that followed were flooded with vulgar comments and people chiming in with agreement. In the three years we'd been together, I'd bailed her out of bankruptcy twice. The first time, I sold the house my grandmother left me. Iris held me close and promised she'd give me another home. Instead, we lived in a basement apartment with a 400-dollar monthly rent for two years before she came back with another IOU, this time for two million. I still didn't blame her. I took out the money my mother had saved for my future wedding and covered what she owed.

The handwriting, his appearance, and his ID were all a perfect match. I immediately presented more evidence. "Mom, Dad's been faking being poor for 30 years, but he's actually filthy rich. He doesn't need to work and has tons of money." I stared as Mom's shoulders trembled uncontrollably. Tears fell from her eyes like pearls slipping off a string. Dad only gave her a small allowance each month. She'd paid for my school fees by humbling herself repeatedly. Not only was she a cleaner for a wealthy family, but she even swept the streets and cleaned public restrooms. She never had a day off.

Back home, from the guards’ awed comments I finally learned the truth: the furniture in my room—the desk, bed, and cabinet—were all made from the finest materials. Grandpa owned many villas in the suburbs but preferred the countryside for its fresh air. This was real wealth—unlike the sort that traded women's bodies and favors as bargaining chips. Grandpa sighed. "If your dad hadn't insisted on being some painter, he'd be sitting in an auction house now."

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.”

Me, Mum, and Raine have made a pointed effort not to speak to me today. Dad had died as dramatically as he had lived. Accidentally shot himself while trying to rob a jewelry store. I watch as soil covers the expensive coffin, wondering if we have splurged a bit too much on the funeral. We aren’t rich or even comfortable. Dad lost his job at a factory when his debtors kept on showing up. Mum has never worked a day in her life but somehow, has developed a taste for silk and cashmere. I work at a printing press and barely earn enough to keep my apartment. We’re running behind on our mortgage and Raine is a high schooler.

More money from her father's company so I can finally build that underground lair I always wanted. Me: and you can't do that with your money? Dad: your girlfriend's father is filthy rich in dollars. Dollars is way ahead of peso. He has enough money to buy my company and every other company in the whole of Cebu City. Me: and how do you intend making Unugwa get you the money? I know dad said he asks the questions but I am now the one asking questions

That's why that man easily sold his own biological son just for money. “Is his bankruptcy also related to this?” Joshua asked Father who nodded. “As an elite family they don't just declare bankruptcy easily, unlike the Harding and Dhurudatta families who imitate the elite, Rudapriya is purely an elite family. It took ten years to make that man lose everything. My mistake was not blocking him openly so that he could easily borrow money and do all these things now.” Father finished his explanation. My head was spinning, on the one hand I wanted to find Shiloh immediately and on the other hand I had to think about what deal would be best for Madam Rose so that she would give Shiloh back to me.