The Impotent Billionaire Has A Son Novels & Stories

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

The richest Billionaire in the country of America and guess what, they also expect his son to be handsome as well just like his father. And one more thing,he has to take good care of his Skin to remain the most handsome and younger billionaire who took after his own father. So you see,it isn't simple living by a title and name. Hudson finally dressed up after some minutes. He took his suitcase and everything he needed and walked to the sitting room. He took a deep breath when he found her mother... Coral. Oh God damn it! He muttered silently to himself as he found her. He knew he wasn't supposed to pass this way because he probably knows who her mother was. Coral was this woman who really lo

"Max, are you listening at all, what's so funny?" "It's nice to hear that you found someone too difficult to cope with, you've always been that stubborn woman who can deal with any personality". "Yeah yeah but it's definitely not funny Max, he is the reason no one likes him, even known as Mr Jeffrey's bad son, he gave his father a bad name, poor man, it must be tough for him and his wife to cope with his arrogance". "Wait he is Jeffery Humilton's son, wow! I can't believe he is the son of the billionaire icon, how come he didn't take over his father's company,I only hear of the second son".

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.

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.

“About a year ago, he had a terrible accident on his way home from a business trip. It was devastating, he slipped into a coma for three long months. When he finally regained consciousness, he faced an overwhelming reality. He couldn’t perform sexually anymore.” “It’s truly heartbreaking,” one of them chimed in softly. “He can't get hard anymore which makes him impotent. He has ED. Erectile Dysfunction.” Ann added and I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. “Are you guys sure about that? Because why would Sofia be all over him if he couldn't get hard? Does she look like someone who can do without sex in your eyes?”I posed the question, and an audible gasp rippled through the group, each perso

The staff, done with caution, moved in to throw me out. I broke free from their grip, my voice a low growl. "Back off. Don't touch me. I'm here with Jim Lawrence, the billionaire. He's my dad!" Laughter rippled through the onlookers. Henry, smirking, could not resist a jab. "The billionaire's son? That's a Branford University grad who's practically running the Lawrence empire after just two years back home.

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

“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.”

"What are you talking about?" "The money wasn't enough, was it?" I sneer, looking down at her. She looks so expensive, so refined—all bought with the sweat of my family. "You disappeared with five million dollars, and now you want to burn my reputation on national TV? You want the world to think I'm the reason we didn't have a child?" "Damian, stop—"