Novel & Cerita The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer

I simply told her that he was wealthy. "You are kidding me, right?" She asked. “I wish I were. But no. The man I slept with was none other than Prince Ethan Williams. The successor of TLMC. His father is Ethan Williams. The popular billionaire who owns nearly all of the country's five-star hotels and resorts. And do you understand now?" Seraphina remained speechless, mouth agape and eyes wide open. I understand the feeling. That is something that really bothers me.

A bitter smile crossed my lips as I whispered to myself. “It was a mistake, and I’m clearing it up now.” My heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. Everything had changed. I wasn’t just looking at an ordinary man I had paid to be my date anymore. Standing next to me was Miguel Carrascal, the most powerful man in the country.

I replied, I can't stay mad at him, he knows. In a second, he's all over me, holding my waist, my own hands on his shoulder. "I missed you" "I missed you too" I replied. I missed the side of him I used to know. The side of him before the accident that changed both our lives. Before this, he was and is still the wealthiest man in LA, everyone knew of Landon Kingston. He had lot's of enemies, and they almost succeeded in taking, his life. I stroked my hands over his back, reaching up to touch his hair.

“Good.” Mia suddenly shouted, “WAIT!” “What?” “Didn't you tell us your father gave you a company?” I smiled. “Yes.” “The pharmaceutical group?” “Yes.” “Girl!” Everybody started screaming again. I laughed. “Yes, I own it.” “You own an entire company?” “Apparently.” “YOU!” “Stop shouting.” “I will not stop shouting!” Bella started laughing. “So let me understand this. You disappear, come back to New York, end up involved with the most dangerous man in the city, discover your father owns the other half of your life, and then get handed a pharmaceutical company?”

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

"He's not just rich. He's the richest man in the entire city, Xavier Lawson!" "If Anna inherits the family business, she'll have enough money to pay for her mother's medical bills. How lucky!" Bianca clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. She was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to end my life right there and then. She couldn't believe that I was incredibly lucky. Although she possessed the tenfold transfer system, the richest man in the city was suddenly revealed to be my father out of nowhere. "Activate transfer…" Bianca looked almost demonic as she muttered the two words. She suddenly burst into manic laughter.

"Yes, I just divorced my husband, I want the job and the apartment." "Sure thing, my assistant will come pick you up." An hour later, a car stopped in front of me. "Ma, my boss asked me to come pick you up." "Thanks," I said as I got in. We drove for a while, finally stopping inside a very huge mansion, the type you only see on TV. "Wow, how rich is this man?" The driver looked back. "Ma, Mr. Damon is the wealthiest man in the country, he owns the Mason Enterprise."

I had always been the most overlooked person in my family, simply because I had been quiet and old-fashioned since I was a child. My parents always gave my cousin all the best things, treating him even better than they treated me, their very own son. After years of making my own way in the world, I had finally built up a considerable fortune. When I came home for Christmas, I prepared a one-million-dollar retirement fund for my parents, planning to surprise them. But during Christmas Eve dinner, my parents handed the family heirloom to my cousin right in front of me. My cousin stared at the heirloom with twinkling eyes, as if he had just found his salvation. My father grinned from ear to

"I see. What was the surprise you were gonna tell me about? The one that was supposed to make me faint." "Oh right? I almost forgot, he's Blake Houston and don't ask me which Blake Houston. He's the Blake Houston you know." His gaped in utter amazement as he stared at the his fiancée like a zombie. "You mean the BLAKE HOUSTON, the richest man on earth!" "Yes!" She grinned.