The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back Novels & Stories

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

"Mr Adams Carter Ma'am, he stopped by and asked to pick up Diane, he said he was her father, a renowned billionaire wouldn't lie about that so that's why—" "Excuse me?" Alicia cut her off. "You gave my daughter to Adams!" She yelled. "Do you even hear yourself Miss Phobe?" She scoffed in disbelief. "That's literally the most stupidest and dumbest thing I've ever heard! How dare you give my daughter to some renowned billionaire!" She yelled, sarcastically laying emphasis on her last statement.

She nodded and left him. He remembered the call he wanted to make to his cousin, Ethan, who just returned to town to take over his mother's laundry and cleaning business. ‘Absolute Cleaners’ used to the among the best of the best in New York city. But age was telling on Ethan's mom and she was becoming incapacitated every day. She had been begging Ethan to resign from his bank job and come back home for over three years. Thankfully, he had seen reasons for the move and returned two weeks ago. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Ethan’s number. He answered on the third dial.

, Annie texts again. Genny ignores her again and stuffs her phone into her bag before walking out of the room. She heads to the dinning area and meets her parents eating. Her father, Mr. Frederick Houston was a businessman who was rarely home while her mother, Grace was a stay-at-home mom. Mr. Houston had promised to set up a supermarket for her when Genny graduated middle school as Genny was their youngest child but was yet to do so, now postponing it to when Genny graduated from high school.

He has been putting on an act for the time Richard was here with us. “Why have you come back?” He asked. I grimaced and glanced around in confusion. “What do you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I come back?... Do you expect me to keep suffering in that place…?” “You have come to destroy my son’s life again,” he cocked his head angrily at me. “Ever since you’ve been away he’s never been better. He’s married to a very decent girl from a respectable family and their union has been nothing but a blissful one. Have you come to ruin that and remind him of the past? What’s your price? Say it because everyone does! 5 million, 10 million, 20?... Say it! Anything to forever keep you away from my son!”

why them? “Because I didn’t want to watch them take what you love,” he said. “Because I owed your father for the faith he put in me once. Because… because I’m selfish in the quiet ways too — I wanted to make sure when all this came for you, there would be a place you could come back to that wasn’t gutted.” The confession landed like a warm hand over my ribs. It was protection folded into property — a billionaire’s twist that was tender in its logic. He had made a financial play as a love letter.

He retorted, banging his fists against the table. “Stop shat?” I asked, frighteningly ignorant. “That look in you, yes... It's way too ambitious; I've seen that gaze blurted. And it'd be greedy even for you; I'm the billionaire's son ; I'm next in line, so get up and let's go!” He retorted, and I stuck in the last piece of beef right through my lips before standing to my feet.

Christiana questions her father as he runs into the little setup we're in. "I... I just got a call. Our petting zoo is back! Someone bought it back in my name! " The man exclaims as he grabs his daughter's arm, and begins to drag her to God knows where. As I watch them both move further away from Raymond and me, I look up at my friend, only to find a smirk plastered on his face. "Mr. Billionaire, what did you do? "I question and he replies without looking at me. "What any filthy rich, son-in-law should. "He replied and I smile.

He laughed as he pulled away. Then, his voice turned cold. “Because I’m going to take that baby from you!” he shouted, his tone filled with desperation. “No! You can’t!” Amelia protested. Meanwhile, Sandra was thoroughly entertained by the scene. She laughed from her spot, watching as Tim and his men tormented Amelia as if she were watching a comedy movie. “Hahaha! Do you think you can do anything if I take that baby away from you?” the man mocked Amelia. “I am Arnaldo Alcantara, the sole heir of the Alcantara Group of Companies! No one can stop me. I’ll use all my wealth if anyone dares oppose me. That baby is mine!” he declared.

It was as if fate was in my side because when I arrived home that day, my mother informed me that she and my father were getting back together. We left the city few days later and I went back to being the person I used to be, before my mother brought me here. Ethan Wright. The one and only son of the Anthony Wright, one of the top billionaire's in the whole world. Years later I built my own company, and took over my father's making mine a subsidiary of it. I expanded it so much, that my father allowed me to change the name of the company to mine. I worked hard day and night just so I'll forget her, but I just couldn't. She was always there, her smirk... Her laughter even her smile which was