The Impotent Billionaire Has A Son Novels & Stories

“Kia, wasn’t it? Parblo’s son. Not exactly your league, but the heart wants what it wants... at least for a season.” He looked back at her father. “Must’ve been quite the scandal in your household. Your daughter is linked to a nobody. A servant’s son... And she’s engaged to Jason Rossi, a man with pedigree. One might imagine… the contrast embarrassed you.” Mr. Leontis drew in a slow breath, trying to keep his smile affixed as the air around him grew more suffocating. “Master Ford, I don’t get what you are implying.” Rome’s expression didn’t change, but something in the temperature shifted again. Subtly. Dangerously.

“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.”

three jocks and a pretty blonde girl welcomed her amicably except one of the boys called Mason was really cold. He gave Maggie a quick glance that was very condescending and left the couch they were all seated on. Mason was the only heir to the Hanjin Group,a Korean billionaire company. It was honestly not surprising that Mason lacked interest in interacting with people but he would occasionally hang out with Josh. Despite his rude character , he was a charming young man and almost every girl in Marymount high school was obsessed with him . His face was even more perfect than his body and his hazel colored eyes could make any girl fall in love.

I'm terrified of getting anything on the sofa. "To your question, no. No, I'm not the son of a billionaire," he says. The corner of his lips quirks upwards. "I'm the billionaire himself." My eyes go wide. No way. How is that possible? He looks very young. At most, twenty-three.

“I left the day I turned eighteen. I rarely speak to him. He’s my father in name only. He even tried to trap me in some political marriage, and I despise him for it. I want nothing to do with the man. I swear it hasn’t all been a lie.” “How?” I ask incredulously. “Julian, you’re the only son of a billionaire. That’s a pretty big secret to keep.”

I try to concentrate on being nonchalant and rude, but she keeps scratching her body and her nose, it’s distracting and worrisome. “Do you know about the relationship between Mr. Vandercage and your husband?” Of course, I wouldn't call him my father, not after all the mess he’s put me in. “Ohhh, that man. You know he’s a dumb piece of shit. He was collecting fifty billion dollars every fucking year from your father.” “How didn’t I know about this?” “You were just a little girl, we didn’t want to bother you with that. There’s a lot of this you don’t know about.”

and “abandoned child with medical needs.” The headline read: "Billionaire Damien Vale’s Hidden Son Battles Life-Threatening Illness, While He Plays House with New Wife." Elena felt the floor tilt beneath her feet. The past wasn’t just knocking anymore. It was breaking down the door.

the security at the door greeted as Malcolm walked past him and the latter just nodded before entering the house. Yes, that was Malcolm Hart. The number one business tycoon in the country and a billionaire at that and that seven year naughty boy was his son. Both father and son were similar in so many ways as they were both ruthless when they needed to be but different in the sense that seven year old Liam can be cheerful when he was happy but thirty-five year old Malcolm Hart was always aloof from the world and only understood business languages. Well that wasn't his fault, he was dumped exactly the day his son was born and since then he closed his heart to any external factors and only had

"Please, listen to me. Think about the one billion we owe to him." I tightly shut my eyes in frustration. I exit the hospital without even talking to my Dad, but still, they won't change their mind about marrying me off to that billionaire bastard whatever I say. Can't believe I'm one billion worth now. I came home and noticed that Nikolai's cars in the garage were not missing one vehicle, meaning Nikolai just came home.

His voice was calm and gentle as he said that. I sighed again, raising my eyebrows as I looked at him. "Why?" I asked in confusion. "Because of this," I just quietly looked at him, waiting for him to say what it was. The surroundings weren't too warm, but I could see sweat forming near his temples. "I'm really ashamed of myself because of the behavior my eldest son is showing. I don't know if my decision of making my son married you was really right. You're so kind! I just hope it doesn't come to a point where I regret all of this!"