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

And I wondered if this his darling was the real mastermind behind all of this and I needed to know that before I killed this guy. I gritted again and kicked him on his back and he winced silently. The fucking idiot was already half dead and barely able to keep his eyes open. His body was shaking and then his father came into view. He eyed me with rage and raised his hand to hit me but I grabbed his arm in mid air quickly. “How dare you hit my son! I know you! You're Mason De Luan. The so called billionaire in the business world? What gives you the damn right to hurt my boy!...”

After a savory meal Hillary and her parents settled on the sofa to watch the television. She saw a glimpse of the man she once spotted in the news while she was sitting on the park. Curiousity sinked in her mind. Her dad was staring at the man. "He travelled around the world. He is so rich. He is a businessman and what more a billionaire." his dad said praising him. "What is his name.? I asked out of curiousity. "Kryss Mills." He's the only son of the billionaire Frank Mills. His dad exited in business industry long ago. , so his son owns all of their businesses.

I know I was supposed to be angry at her for what she did to my father's company but found myself being so proud of her It feels good seeing how a group of wealthy millionaires and billionaires are scared of one woman but she's not just a woman, she's a temptress, a rich and powerful zillionaire I couldn't believe I lost her years ago out of my stupidity but I'm not giving up on her neither I'm I giving up on our cute sons "Son, what is your next plan?" Dad asked looking at me, I actually came to the hospital to visit Dad, he's been recovering quickly after hearing that Ava is back, but they were more happier when I told them about the kids I guess would be mine

She said and I chuckled. “You know when you were telling me about your backstory, I felt pity for the kind of life you have lived but you got to the end part and there you lost my pity, I am the son of that billionaire you want to supposedly scam, I am here and won’t allow such happen to my father, If you want a better life then work for it like every other fucking person. I will not only destroy your entire life, I will send you to a place worse than the slumps you came from if anything and I mean anything happens to my dad.

“From a safety standpoint, Montana makes sense. It’s far. Quiet. The Vales don’t know her. They don’t know where you grew up.” He’s right. But going back feels like admitting I failed. Like crawling home with nothing to show for everything Heather sacrificed. “I left her to build a life,” I say. “And now I’d be going back pregnant and hiding from a billionaire’s family.” Faith squeezes my hand. “You’d be going back alive. And with her great‑grandchild.” The words hit harder than I want them to. Ivan clears his throat. “There’s another option.” I look up. “What option?”

Mason, I do not …" but Mason cut him off before playing the video Ronan had shared. The room was filled with Ruby's voice. 'The plan worked, and as per the agreement, here's your money.' 'And the girl? I do not want anything to take me back.' 'She won't tell anyone, nor will my son try to find you. I made sure your identity is safe, but you need to hide for days before I contact you again.' 'Instead of playing with people, why do not you ask your son to marry that girl?' 'This is none of your business. And if you feel your conscience waking up, do not forget to falsify a fake DNA report. If I can trick Allora into having an abortion, plan Zara's attack without arousing suspicion,

"Did your mother teach you to lie? A five-year-old already knows how to lie for adults?" Leo froze. Tears instantly flooded out. Ella's heart shattered. She held her son. She looked at Alexander. Her voice trembled. "Alexander, you won't even believe your own son? You trust her that much?" "I trust my own ears!" Alexander said. His voice was cold. "I walked in and heard the word 'bastard'! Ella, I've accommodated you enough! I'll give you whatever you want. Property, funds, next quarter's jewelry budget. I also said I'd compensate you. I'd celebrate the birthday with you both. What more do you want? Must you make this house a complete mess?"

She slid in, and he rounded to the driver’s side. As they pulled out of the estate and into the city, Scarlet began telling him everything — about her grandfather, the surprise, the company, the car, and the **hundred million dollar cheque**. Peter whistled low. “They really did all that? For you?” Scarlet nodded, her gaze on the city lights outside the window. “They said it’s time I had something clean. Something mine.” He glanced at her. “It’s poetic. You deserved this.” She turned toward him. “Do you really think so?”

Confusion strikes my brain like a bullet, scattering pieces of it all over my head. “What the hell are you talking about?” My eyes are searching all over his rage contorted face for answers I know I will not find on it. “I saved your father’s company and I can ruin it again.” His tone is dark and wicked. And now I’m genuinely scared because I’m confused and oblivious to what he is trying to insinuate. “You wanted this marriage so badly… you wanted the fancy title of Mrs. Wesley and now you think you can just back out of it because things aren’t going your way?”