I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

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Weston has no idea how many minutes he spent standing in a position after the car drives off, all he realizes is his feet moving him back to the house.

It's been ten years of regret. Ten stupid years.

After everything that has happened in the past ten years, Weston knows he made a big mistake. Would his life be better than this if he had not ran away from home ten years ago?

His legs lead him inside the room. He looks around. Has he really been living in this place all these years? How the hell has he managed to live in this store while he allows his girlfriend to use the master bedroom?

Even after everything he did to satisfy her, she decided to go? To leave him now that his money's all gone? Now that she has squandered everything that is left of him?

Weston smiles sadly. He opens a drawer and takes out a card from it. He caresses it, his heart beating fast against his chest.

Should he do this? Should he go?

His phone beeps. He checks the message. It is a reminder from the loan app he borrowed money from last month. If he doesn't pay up before tomorrow, they are coming to his house.

His house? He smiles at his thoughts. Can he even say this is his house? The landlord promised last month to throw his things out if he doesn't pay the two years bill he is owing.

With shaky hands, Weston copies the number on the card to his phone. He takes several deep breaths that only increase the pounding of his chest.

He dials the number and turns on the phone's loudspeaker.

“Hello?” The thick voice at the other end scares the shit out of Weston. The phone almost slips from his hand.

“It's me, Weston,” he says.

“You're finally ready?” The voice at the other end asks, sounding quite angry.

“Yes, sir. I'm ready.”

“Meet me at the CBRE group,” he says and hangs up.

Weston wipes the bead of sweat on his forehead. He carries his traveling bag on the bed. He takes the few faded and over washed clothes he has in the closet and folds them in the luggage bag.

He closes the traveling bag and takes one last look at the store that became his room a year ago. He closes the door, goes to the room that his daughter uses. Other than the bed in the room, it is empty.

Weston swallows hard.

This isn't the kind of life he had dreamt of for his daughter. This isn't the kind of house he had imagined living with his family.

Weston closes the door. In his heart, he promises himself that by the time Hannah sees him again, he'll make her proud, he'll make her live the kind of life he dreamt of for her.

He walks to the front door and gets out. For some seconds, he stares at the house. Shaking his head to keep back the memory that is rushing into his head, Weston hurries to the road where he boards a cab that drives him to CBRE group.

At the front of the company, Weston dials the number he called earlier. There is no answer.

“There are no free rooms here anymore,” Weston hears a guy say.

He glances around. “Me?” Weston asks.

“Yes. You. There are no free rooms here.”

Weston smiles. “Thanks, but I'm not here for a room.”

“Even if there are rooms, you're the last person I'd ever offer a room,” a familiar voice says.

Weston doesn't have to look at the owner of the voice before he knows the person talking.

So instead of replying to the guy, Weston starts to walk away.

“Is it true Ivy finally left your fucking life?” The familiar voice asks.

Weston stops. He turns around to look at the guy. “What?”

The guy laughs and walks closer to Weston. “If you had listened to me, all these wouldn't be happening. What's so hard in selling your daughter and girlfriend to me? Do you have any idea what is going to happen to your precious little girl now that she is away from your sight?”

Weston lets go of the traveling bag. He grabs the guy by the collar. “If you ever do anything to my daughter, you're dead.”

The guy chuckles “Don't worry, man. We're cool. I mean, Ivy was all I needed, I just wanted the little girl as a bonus, but…” he grinned. “Ivy gave herself to me willingly, so?”

Weston stares at the man, he is sure he looks confused, the wide grin on Jace’s face is enough to confirm that.

“If you need pictures of your girlfriend naked in my bed, I can show you.” Jace slowly takes off Weston's hands from his collar. “I don't have use for girls like her, so we're cool. She's useless, I should add.”

“Weston?” A voice that sent shivers down Weston's spine calls.

Weston slowly raises his head to look at the owner of the voice.

His father.

Standing some meters away is his father.

His father locks eyes with Jace. The two men exchange cold looks that signal that something is off between them.