The Impotent Billionaire Has A Son Novels & Stories

She said on the phone before she ended the call. "You should be grateful to the person that saved your mom's life. Don't be a jerk," She said to me before she finally left my room, and I released a deep sigh. My name is Connor Hughes, thirty-five years old first live-in son of the popular multi-billionaire in LA, Mr. Derek Hughes. Being the first son of the family, you can imagine the burden on me, right? I'm a depressed man hiding under the cover of being a billionaire. I am broken inside, and trying to heal from the pain of years ago that has turned me into a bitter man up until now.

“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.”

ALEX’S POV Everyone at the Summit kept telling me how lucky I was. They were inspired by my success, even though I hadn’t made it early in life. Almost all the other businessmen wished they had my charisma. But what they didn’t know was that my life was a complete disaster behind the scenes. My son wouldn’t speak to me—probably wouldn’t even if it were the last thing he had to do before he died. Loyalty and love felt like distant concepts, slipping further away by the day. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was only a matter of time before everything crumbled.

"Let the boy speak. I want to hear exactly what a billionaire's son thinks he can buy in my world." Leonardo threw his head back, letting out a loud, hollow laugh that echoed off the velvet drapes. He rubbed his wrist, gesturing wildly to his four armed guards who stood aggressively at the entrance. "What can he buy? He can buy you. He can buy this entire block. My father owns half of Russia, you peasant! He has the ministries in his pocket, he has the shipping lines from Murmansk to Vladivostok, and he has enough leverage to erase The Obsidian from the Moscow power grid before the sun comes up tomorrow!"

“No, Valor, don't. I know you're about to hide away from the truth. But I will continue to tell you. Every day, reminding you about it. He is the one. I found out. I guess I never really thought about using Dimitri or even thought about his side. You know why? Because you were there. You were one of the best. And I thought, who would want to compete with you? Until I found out your own son wanted to take your position from you. And he didn't even tell you he was doing better than you.” “Your son has tripled the money you think you have. He is so rich, I don't think I can even reach his estimated wealth anytime soon. He makes so much money; he has so many armies that you don't know about. He

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.

Time skip Everyone had left the room, it was only Liam and his dad in the bedroom, and they were talking about somethings. Liam now had enough strength, he had managed to sit up on the bed, and his dad was explaining to him about the family business. Liam was shocked to learn that their family was very rich with a networth of trillions of dollars, he couldn't believe his dad's words. "But that's impossible, who on earth has that much money?!" Liam said in desbelief.

Both of them, including her son were her pillars of strength, any day, any time. ******** Later that morning, at ten am in New York city, Blake grinned at his son and asked, “are you ready, Punky?” “Yes daddy, I am,” he took the hand his father offered as they boarded Pier Pleasure, the new yacht Gerald just got for the family. “Daddy!” Jayce squealed. “This is big!” “Yes, I know.” Blake's eyes twinkled with joy. “Your grandpa just bought it for all of us. Wait until you see the inside.”

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

"Oh? Is that so?" The butler continued, "Since realizing you've completely disappeared, he's used every connection to find you. He even turned that basement in Brooklyn upside down and harassed your former landlord and coworkers. Now, he's offering a hundred million dollar reward just to find your whereabouts." "A hundred million?" Leopold scoffed, slamming his wine glass onto the table. "He's certainly generous now. When my daughter gave birth to Alaric and suffered with him, he wouldn't even pay a few hundred bucks for medical bills! What's the point of acting devoted now?"