I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

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Weston's eyes dart to his daughter. He lets out a breath of relief. The girl doesn't seem to be listening as she is engrossed in a video on her small phone.

“Let's talk inside, babe,” Weston says, already going toward the room but his girlfriend 's voice stops him.

“My mother will be here in less than two minutes to take us away.”

Weston stops right on his track. “What?”

“She promised to give me another chance as her daughter, so don't bother telling me any bullshit about how things would be better later on.”

“You can't…do you think you should do this without informing me first?”

“For a man who didn't get past high school, who can't make his brain figure out how to make money for his family, I don't suppose you'd understand if I told you earlier.”

Weston wants to just go to her and shout into her damn ears to stop talking to him that way but he doesn't do that. He can't do that. He can't lose control in front of his kid.

“When are you going to be back?” Weston forces himself to ask.

“See? I told you you don't understand a thing. We're not coming back ever again.”

Again, Weston stares at her. “What did you say just now?”

Instead of replying to him, she sits beside their daughter on the sofa.

"Who do you want to go with? Mommy or Daddy?" Weston watches his girlfriend ask their four year old daughter.

Without thinking, the kid answers, "I want to live with the two of you.”

"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."

“There are a lot of reasons why you can't stay with daddy, okay?” His girlfriend says.

“Why? What reasons?”

"Daddy is poor and poor people stink. If you continue staying with him, and Ariel and Barbie finds out, they won't want to be friends with you anymore. Everyone in your class will think you've got poop on you and they won't want to sit with you in class.”

“Babe, will you stop this?” Weston says as he watches his little girl looking sad at what his girlfriend told her.

Instead of acknowledging him, she continues talking. “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…”

A loud annoying honk outside muffled the rest of his girlfriend 's words.

“She must be here. Let's go, girl.” His girlfriend stands up and carries her traveling bag. She drags it outside.

Just as Weston is going outside to see who is there, his daughter grabs one his hands in her two tiny hands. He crouches to her level.

“Daddy, promise me you'll come for me when you are rich.”

Weston stares at her for some moments, choked with emotion. “Mommy will take care of you.”

“No,” she says stubbornly. “I like you more than I like mom. You read me stories every night, take me to the school every morning and get worried when I am sick but mommy never does any of those.”

Weston smiles at her.

“So, promise me you'll come for me when you are rich.” She stretches out her pinky finger.

Weston interlocks his pinky finger with hers. “I promise.”

She smiles and he carries her in his arms outside.

Outside, Weston hears his mother-in-law talking to his girlfriend. As soon as they see him, they both stop talking.

“Good evening, ma'am,” Weston greets his mother-in-law, bowing slightly.

“Are you taking that bastard with you?” His mother-in-law asks his girlfriend like he didn't just finish greeting her.

“Yes, I'll find use for her.” It is when his girlfriend replies that Weston realizes who his mother-in-law is referring to as a bastard.

“With due respect, ma'am, my daughter is not a bastard,” Weston says, staring hard at his mother-in-law.

The woman looks at him in total disgust but doesn't reply to him, instead, she continues talking to his girlfriend . “There are two men waiting to get married to you, I am not sure either of them will want to marry you if they realize you are the mother of this thing.” She points at Hannah.

“I can't leave her with him, Mom, I don't want him coming to my life later on and asking me for money to take care of his kid.”

“You can go, Ivy, leave her with—”

“This your pauper husband has got some gut, Ivy. Didn't you tell him people like him are not supposed to talk in front of me?” His mother-in-law interrupts him.

“He's not my husband. We didn't get married. I stayed with him because he impregnated me and threatened to throw my baby in the orphanage if I ever tried to leave him,” Ivy lies, much to Weston's surprise.

His mother-in-law snaps her fingers, all of a sudden, some hefty men come in front of him, grab his daughter from him and take her inside the car, not minding the little girl's screams.

“Don't you ever come looking for us, we're going far away from Los Angeles,” his girlfriend says, looks at him in total disdain, stamps her feet on the ground as if saying a goodbye to everything that represents him.

Weston watches as his girlfriend gets inside an expensive car. He stays there, watching as the car drives off, followed by four other expensive cars.