The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back の小説・ストーリー

The highlight of those five years was becoming Walter's fiancée. From the very beginning, everything between us had been clear. Yes, we had history, but the backbone of our relationship was revenge. Walter wanted what was stolen from him. He wanted his inheritance, which would grant him his rightful place in the Black family empire. And I? I wanted Adrian to choke on the love he had thrown in my face. I wanted full custody of my daughter. I wanted my child back after five long years of hearing that another woman had been called mother in my place.

“Why could you not come down here? Instead, you let us go all the way to Mexico without saying a word to us about what was going on.” “I'm sorry—” “That would not bring Evelyn back, would it?” “I just want to see my grandson, please.” The old man sounded desperate. “He's the only part of her that we have left.” “There's no way in hell I'll let you near my son.” Dante declared. “Just forget that you have a grandchild somewhere.” “Please, Dante…” The man pleaded. “I'll come over, I'll fly down and—” “And security will escort you out of the premises.” Dante said with a hard tone. “So save yourself the stress and embarrassment and leave me and my son alone.”

Of course, it always attached to his name and came down to the multi-billion dollar company that made Moses Braddson the wealthiest man alive. “Yup.” “Okay, boss. Thanks.” He hung up the phone and looked at Jake. “How do I get my son back? I’m assuming you’re going to help me?” He didn’t only look at Linden but at Sax as well. “I will pay you.” “Yes, I will help you. We will help you, and I don’t want your money,” My husband gave him a confident reply. “I almost destroyed your life. Take it as my apology.” “How?”

"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!

"Many a rich heir have fallen victim to playgirls like that one. So, no. I'm not sorry that I saved my son before it was too late." Now, we stare at each other coldly. He's probably imagining what life would have been if I stayed in New York like he wanted. Son of a billionaire tyrant. Heir to his fortune. Instead, I went to Hollywood and got played by two girls; one cheated, the other just wanted money. Dad must be feeling pretty good— he always did like being right. The silence stretches from seconds to minutes. It's uncomfortable and unbearable. Alaric hasn't blinked. Neither have I. "What now, Father? You want a gold medal or a thank you speech for saving me," I remark bitterly.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

He said, crossing his arms. Jasmin closed her eyes and tried calming herself. "Seems your best friend can't have a baby girl treatment because she's an upcoming model and doesn't have that kind of money yet. I'm sure the party you're holding was paid by Nicholas. That is the reason you moved here. If I don't have money to treat myself for a "SPA"" She emphasized with her hands before she continued. "Then you can sponsor me for that but atleast I don't hope that someone will buy what I eat and what I put on." She smirked, when she saw Lydia's face turning red.

He looked out the window at the passing scenery, feeling nothing but a rising sense of resentment within him. He had not expected to have returned to this city so soon, especially after what happened last time. But unfortunately, his presence here was prompted by something that was beyond his ability to influence. A few days ago, just as he had been making preparations on how he would take over the family company, the members of the Grant family had received a very shocking news. Their eldest son, and his older brother Noah had announced to the family that he had now acquired a wife.

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.