The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Is this because of Maddie? Are you doing all of this because of her?” I stared into her amber eyes intently as my palm calloused and I bobbed my head in affirmation. “Yes, I am doing all of this because of her. Maddie is back and she is back for good, she was the one who broke my heart and she is here to mend it back for good” “Maddie!” My mum and grandfather exclaimed at the same time. “Yes, you heard right, she is back for good. Then, you forced me into marriage because I was powerless, and now that I have become the richest billionaire in New York City! I would do whatever I want and without giving a damn about your opinions”

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night eighth stranger) EPISODE FORTY Theme: We are in a huge debt (IVY RIVERA’S APARTMENT: NIGHT TIME) Emily was trying to dissuade her sister from leaving Los Angeles. Ivy was going back and forth from her bedroom to her son’s room trying to put their things together for the urgent vacation. The door bell jangled for the fourth time which she had ignored earlier knowing it might be someone from one of the media houses in the state.

Lucas looked at me — his gaze as deep and fathomless as the ocean. He spoke, his voice carrying through the speakers, reaching every corner of the room. "Allow me to introduce someone." "This is Echo — Elara Pemberton." "The woman I've wanted to marry since high school." The room erupted. I looked up at him in shock, unable to believe what I'd just heard. From the stunned whispers swirling around me, I began to piece together a truth I'd never known. Lucas Sterling was no ordinary straight-A heartthrob. He was the sole heir to the Sterling Group, one of the most powerful financial empires in the country.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

His father was literally a billionaire, not just any billionaire, the one who made my father disappear. I paused and stared at the mirror as I asked myself a question. Wait. “Am I in love with the billionaire's son?” Did I truly love Henry? The thought terrified me. Because loving Henry meant opening myself up to the possibility of getting hurt. It meant trusting someone who could get in the way of me finding out the truth But it didn't change anything. I still loved him. "Earth to Silver." Emily's voice snapped me back to reality. She was standing in behind me, waving her hand in my face.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

“I know that you keep insisting that this is best for you, but do you really mean that?” “Are you suggesting I go back to Igor? It seems that’s what you want from me.” “You don’t have to go back to him.” “But I have to go back, right? That’s what you’re implying?” “You’re a billionaire,” he points out. “You do realize what that means, don’t you? You’ve got properties all over the country and abroad, all worth a shit ton of money. Why are you allowing your life to pass in a place as desolate as this one?”

Or worse, maybe he'd decide to pursue full custody, managing to wrestle my son away with his wealth and influence. I'd heard the horror stories of billionaires doing exactly that - using their money and power to take children from their mothers on a whim. The thought of being separated from Brian, of losing that precious little face and sunny smile from my life...it was unthinkable. Unbearable. Blinking back the sudden prick of tears, I busied myself with cracking eggs into a skillet, focusing on the simple domestic task to settle my nerves. I couldn't borrow trouble before it started. For all I knew, Lucas's interest in Brian was purely platonic, fueled by affection and not paternal instinc

But those were mere wishes that never came true. Liam Johnson is one of the country's most popular and finest businessmen, he graciously soared in his family's multi-billion dollar company but he wanted more. He wanted to own the company. Mr Johnson, his father had no problem with that, but he has only one request. The company will be officially handed over to him if he agrees to get married, and not just to any lady but the housekeeper's daughter. Myself. My mom served the Johnsons as their housekeeper for several years and when I grew up, I automatically became their housekeeper as well in a bid to help my aging mother.

"As if I care about your money or your version of raising this child." Liam didn’t back down, staring back into her gaze. "It’s not about the money, Elena," he said quietly. "It’s about giving this child a good life.” Liam continued, his tone softening, becoming almost persuasive. "And you really need the money. Just think about it: you could revive your family’s bankrupt company, get back that mansion you lost. This isn’t just about the child. It’s about your future too. Walk away, take the offer, and you could have all that again.” He was trying hard to persuade her into taking the deal.