The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back Novels & Stories

"Don't you know where is your father, The famous billionaire?" "...." When I heard it all. I was amazed! It's true! My Father is a fucking billionaire! Then I got my cool! When they silenced I speak this time. Little Park: It's not easy to be the son of a billionaire! I worked too hard! But I'm going to surpass my father! I shouted that loud in front of the cameras. Then I remembered that paper! 'Father... it's time to open your legacy!' I thought. Then I will show it! In front of these lowly ants!

It was like anything I wanted to say wouldn't come out. "Hey, don't be shy ok, am Christopher Allen by the way," he said and offered his hand to me. His name was a wake-up call to me. It was like as if his name brought his face into full focus. I wasn't a fan of gossip but, I watch entertainment shows and I know who is standing with me. He is the only son of the billionaire, Mr. Allen. His father is well known for his multiple business interests and it was rumored that his son just got back From the states to take over his father's business.

The richest Billionaire in the country of America and guess what, they also expect his son to be handsome as well just like his father. And one more thing,he has to take good care of his Skin to remain the most handsome and younger billionaire who took after his own father. So you see,it isn't simple living by a title and name. Hudson finally dressed up after some minutes. He took his suitcase and everything he needed and walked to the sitting room. He took a deep breath when he found her mother... Coral. Oh God damn it! He muttered silently to himself as he found her. He knew he wasn't supposed to pass this way because he probably knows who her mother was. Coral was this woman who really lo

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

I thought my first time there would be on vacation or something along those lines. But no, I was going there to confront an arrogant billionaire and to try and get my son back from him. I had nothing to offer him to make that happen, but I hoped that my husband would give up his fortune to make that happened. Sick, I know but I had no other choice.

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."

Her bruises were healing, but her guarded expression remained. “Linda,” Celine said, her voice urgent. “I need you.” Linda raised an eyebrow. “What now?” “Dimitri,” Celine said, stepping closer. “My father has him. I need to know where he’s being held.” Linda hesitated, her eyes narrowing. “You’re asking me to betray the man who already has half the country after me?” “Please,” Celine begged, her voice breaking. “If you won’t do it for him, do it for me.”

“The boy is entitled to know he’s the son of a billionaire.” “You’re being stupid in your conclusion,” Antonella replied in a whisper, needing to stop and calm down if she wanted to find a solution. “You’re not helping me at all by making that kind of comment.” “What do you want me to say?” For various reasons, her voice was low, and she panicked as she hissed. “If you would rather not tell him the truth, stay in the city and get a better job. You know that only here are the best opportunities.”

“You’re scared that you’ll never get the chance now that I’m here. That’s why you’ve resorted to cheap tricks like swaying the public’s opinion on both of you. After his statement the other day, you’ve finally realized something important.” “Humor me.” “You’re not even a fallback at this point. You’re a consequence of his actions. You’re something he regrets.” At this point, Bailey was fuming, just how I wanted it. She cornered me to mess with my head, but the opposite was happening. “He’ll never take you back. You’ll never get that perfect little family you want.” A short laugh escaped my lips. Take me back? Brandon wished. The ball was in my court. It was up to me to take him back or not.

The other was offering to protect it. And she had no idea which one would ultimately own it. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at the financial report. At the bottom of the document was a name he didn't recognize. A private company. Blackridge Holdings. The same company had been secretly receiving money from his mother's account. Ethan's phone suddenly rang. Unknown number. He answered. "Hello?" A man's voice whispered, "If you keep investigating, Ethan, you'll discover why Mia was never supposed to become your wife." Ethan's eyes narrowed.