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I Am A Multibillionaire Dad
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"Who do you want to go with? Mommy or Daddy?" Weston watches his girlfriend ask their four year old daughter. "I want to live with the two of you," the kid answers. "You can't, girl, you have to choose between coming with me or staying with daddy." "But..." The little girl's voice chokes with tears, "my teacher says family is to live together." "Not all families live together; we are one of those families who would never live together." "I'll stay with daddy." "Daddy is poor and won't be able to take care of you, just come with me, I will find you a better and wealthy Daddy who will buy you whatever you want, take you on vacation to Paris and Dubai..." *** It all started ten years back... Weston fled from his family like the prodigal son, started dating Ivy, got a child and squandered all his money. Now that he is poor, his girlfriend doesn't want to have anything to do with him because...who the hell wants to remain stuck with a man who can't even afford three square meals for his family? But then...what Weston's girlfriend didn't know was that her boyfriend was a multibillionaire...
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Weston waits. There is a little silence before Lorette says: “I give you two days to sort this shit out.” Quickly, Weston returns to the staircase and pretends like he's just coming. Lorette comes out of the door. She looks quite startled seeing Weston. Weston waits for her to say something. She doesn't. She just smiles at him and race past him. He takes a deep breath and walks inside the room. Santiago is pacing around the room. He stops when he sees Weston. “Hey,” Weston says. “Bro, I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I guess I totally lost it because of the stress of moving here. I mean, it's nothing compared to my room.” He gestures at the empty takeout cartons on the ground. “Something up with you and Lorette?” Weston asks. “Not really. She…” Santiago shrugs. “She gets bitchy sometimes.” He walks to the closet. “You're going to the lecture room?” Th
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He looks relieved. He nods. “You're right. Friends are the ones who can deal best with each other.” He gives Weston another hard look filled with satisfaction before walking off with the other guys. Friends? Santiago? What the heck are they talking about? Is there another Santiago in the campus? Weston tries to make sense of what they are saying but it just doesn't sound all that meaningful. They must have said that to pacify themselves and make it less hurting that the boy they were supposed to be picking on just slapped their commander. The thought elicits a chuckle from Weston. The boy…Weston glances at the boy. The boy isn't shaking now but he still looks scared. “You're cool?” Weston asks. “Those guys, they won't hurt you, right? They won't do something bad to you, right?” The boy asks, fear in his eyes. Damn. Who sent a boy this young to college? Weston is tempted to ask the boy of his age but he doesn't. That might sound a bit rude of him, instead, he shrugs. “I'm not sca
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For a couple of seconds, there is silence. “Am I starting to hear strange words in my head?” One of them asks.“Right? I'm not the only one who heard that?” The guy with the cigarette asks.Weston comes out from behind the wall and strides to them. “What could he have done to deserve such beating?”“Come here,” the guy with the cigarette says. “Come here and get on your knees beside him.” Weston chuckles. “Are you some gods…oh…you must be another damn leader of some shitty group.”“Are you drunk?” One of the guys walks over to Weston in a bid to grab him by the collar.Weston dodges, the guy almost lost his balance but he holds himself right in time.“Get on your knees while I'm still being kind,” the guy with the cigarette says.“You still haven't answered my question,” Weston says as if he isn't the one the guy with the cigarette is talking to. “What could the boy have done…” Weston kicks backward at the guy behind him, sending the latter crashing against a wall. One of the guys
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“For goodness sake, Weston, you can't do this…unless…well, it's your choice. If you succeed in getting an answer to my questions, I'll make you second in command to me but if you end up failing, let's not cross paths.”Weston nods and goes out. He took a packet of gum from his pocket and chewed it. Liam must really think he can't succeed in finding those answers for him to have promised him a position as his second in command.Weston blows the gum in his mouth. He summons the damn crazy resilient spirit that took control of him ten years ago that made him flee from home at fifteen.He can do this. He will do it. Whatever it takes for his father to acknowledge him as a damn precious child. He can't wait to see the fallen look on his father's face when he finally tells him, ‘hey, dad, I took down all the damn bad guys. You're okay now? Now, piss off.’ Just thinking about it sends adrenaline coursing through his body.“Are you okay?” Lorette's anxious voice tears the smile off Weston's
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Lorette seems to sigh in relief at the other end. “You scared the shit out of me.” “I saw the mark behind his hand. Watch out for single line tattoos on the back of the right hand. They belong to BB." “BB for big boys?” Lorette asks. “Yep. By the way, we're still going to that guy's party?” “From the few information I have been able to garner, he is the guy with the highest population of students here and he's pretty cool. I think we should start with him.” “Where should we meet tonight?” *** At exactly seven p.m., Weston gets out of the room, locks the door. In his black shirt and crazy jeans with gold chain, he walks to the campus gate where he planned to meet Santiago and Lorette. Lorette seems to be trying hard to turn down a guy. As soon as she sees him, she leaves the guy and comes over to him. “Where is San?” Weston asks, glancing around. “He called me just now, he has a stomach upset.” “Did you eat something bad? Shouldn't he visit the hospital?” “H
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Santiago grabs Weston's hand. “I need to see you for a second.” Weston darts an apologetic look at Jose before going outside with Santiago.“What was that?” “You're screwed, man. Fucking screwed.” Santiago paces around.“What happened?” “That guy with a tattoo that I saw coming out of your room is the Big boys’ commando.” “Big boys, a cult?” “Yeah. The fucking second to the most notorious one in the campus,” Santiago answers.“That's bad.”“Worse than bad. If he comes to see someone in your room, then you're totally screwed.”Weston chuckles. “I had no idea you were this scared.”“Listen me, Weston, the Big Boys' don't take no for an answer.”“I don't have anything to answer for. Why are you this scared?” “Don't you get it?” Santiago asks, a frustrated look on his face.“Sorry?” “If the commando came to your room to see that creepy looking roommate of yours, it only means one thing: your roommate is a member of the cult.”“Come on. Tell you what? Another guy invited me to anoth
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The guy leaves with the rest of his escorts. Almost immediately, some students rush toward Weston and the other two.“Who are you guys?”“Did you know Liam before now?” “I wish I were in your shoes.”“Did he fucking invite you personally to his party?”“What's your name, the guy in sunglasses?” Weston ignores the questions, gets his traveling bag and walks toward his hostel. He glances back, Santiago and Lorette seem to like the attention as they make no effort to come with him. He continues going, thinking he'll see them later. First, he wants to get settled and have some time to think about a lot of stuff. Weston feels a cold liquid on him. He glances at his shirt. It is soaked with water. He looks in front of him to see a guy with a smirk on his face. For seconds, Weston waits for the guy to apologize but he doesn't say anything, instead of that, he saunters to a door.“Hey?” Weston calls. The guy stops and slowly turns around.“What did you just refer to me as? ‘hey’?” The gu
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A man in white robe who seems to have just had a cool night bath sits on the massage chair. He looks at them as they walk in.“See who we've got here?” He stands up from the chair and opens his arms for a hug.Weston walks over to him and hugs him. “You look mature now,” he says after pulling away from Weston.The word causes Weston's heart to skip another beat, but he smiles. “How about you get him something to eat, San? He must be famished.” “Alright, dad,” Santiago says and leaves.“Have your seat,” his godfather says after Santiago leaves the room.Carefully, Weston walks over to the closest sofa in the room and sits down. “How have you been?” His godfather asks.“You want an honest answer?” Weston asks.“Yes.” “Life's been rough and tough.” His godfather sits back on the massage chair. “If you had not ran away, you'd have known everything there is to know about what your father wants from you.” Weston bites on his lower lip.“No need to cry over spilled milk, right? What i
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“Weston!” He hears Santiago calling him but he doesn't stop running. He glances back and sees Santiago running after him. He looks back in front of him and continues running. Two minutes later after rounding ridiculously insane corners, Weston gets close to the man, grabs the man's coat and throws him against a wall. The shopping bag in the man's hand falls as the man’s body crashes against the wall with a loud sound.Weston bends down and checks the package bag. He frowns. A fucking carton of alcohol? Is this what those two are fighting on?Weston chuckles. He hears the groaning of the man who he threw against the wall. He walks over to the man.“Are you okay?” He asks the man.“I'm sorry…” the man says, huddling at the wall.“The fact that you can still talk means you're okay.” Weston raises his leg to kick the guy but he stops, suddenly not interested in doing anything to him.“Weston…” Santiago pants, stopping some distance from Weston.“I found the stuff.” “I was calling…you
