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697words2026-01-26 09:11

While delivering food,I crashed into a Rolls-Royce.Cold sweat broke out as I awaited the owner to name an amount for me to pay to repair the car.
Turns out,the owner was Abigail Turner,the billionaire who had chased my dad for eighteen years.
Aunt Abby,over fifty but still stunning in her high heels,shoved a check into my hand and said:

"Here's a hundred million.Bring your dad to me so that I can marry him.Then you’re forgiven."
Me:...Dad, romance at your age?Really?
...
"Got that?"
Aunt Abby leaned down and brushed her cold fingers on my cheek.The check dazzled my eyes with the figure written on it.
But a man's pride can't be bought.I,Ethan Stone,a proud guy,wouldn't sell out my dad for a mere hundred million.

So,I straightened up,tossed my delivery scooter aside,and fixed a steely gaze on Aunt Abby,arms crossed,and said in a booming voice.
"Sorry,I won't betray my dad.Don't look down on a young man just because he’s poor.Just name an amount for the damage I’ve caused.Give me a year—I'll pay you back."
Aunt Abby tilted her head,glancing at the massive dent I'd left in her Rolls-Royce Phantom's trunk.
She waved her hand, a bodyguard stepped forward.

"How much would the repair cost in your mind."
The bodyguard nodded,tapping at a calculator while muttering:
"Professional repainting,eight million.Premium materials,sixty million.Emotional distress for ruining Ms.Turner's mood,ninety million.Ms.Turner can't drive this car for the next two weeks,so she'll need another luxury vehicle,with extra fuel costs of thirty thousand fifty-eight dollars,plus..."
"Wait!"I stopped him and decided to play the opportunist,I bowed with a grin.
"It’s my dad’s honor that Aunt Abby should have an eye for him.We're practically family—let’s just leave money aside."
Casually picking up the hundred-million check from the ground,I dusted it off,flashing Aunt Abby a dazzling smile."I accept your kind offer and guarantee I'll bring my dad to you!Aunt Abby,is there a deadline?Express or standard?Door-to-door,or delivery to another location?"
Abigail Turner curled her red lips to a smile and flickered her fingers."Your call.Sooner,better."
Then she turned around and left.
I stared as her luxury car roared away,then glanced at the check...Dad,I'm sorry.
But as a delivery guy,I must grant my customer's every wish.Speed and passion,always.
Dad,don't worry—you’ll be safe in my hands en route to our VIP client.
Tucking the check in my chest pocket,I hopped on my scooter,racing home against the wind.
With rope and a sack ready,I crept into Dad's room at night.
"Dad?Where you at?"
A chill hit my back.Before I could react,a hard knock to my neck sent me crumpling.
Before I lost conscious,I saw Dad,hands behind his back,shaking his head with a"tsk,tsk,tsk."
What the hell?
With my hands and feet bound and my mouth gagged with Dad's ancient towel,I could only wriggle like a cocoon in the bouncing cargo of a speeding Dodge Ram.
Dad was driving,he glanced back sadly when he heard me stir.
"Son,don't blame me.But Emma Wright offered too much."
Emma Wright?When did Dad talk to my ex?
Eyes bulging,I cursed him silently a million times.
Dad ignored me,tilting his head as the wind from the open window ruffled his stubble and buzzcut.
Rubbing his lip,he said wistfully:
"Your dad's a nobody,just a security guard.Yesterday,I accidentally tased Emma's bodyguard,thinking he was a thug."
"Ms.Wright's kind and didn’t ask for compensation—she just asked me to deliver you."
"You know we're poor,and I raised you by myself..."
I glared at him resentfully,mumbling through the gag:How much did she pay?
Dad,guilty,dodged my gaze,muttering,"Not much.A undred million and one dollar."
Me:...Abigail Turner and Emma Wright,aunt and niece,really cut from the same cloth.
Why couldn't Abigail throw in ten bucks more?
If her offer was higher,I'd have efficiently bagged and delivered Dad to her by now,and I wouldn't be the one en route...
Lost in thought,I watched the scenery blur past outside the car window.Before I could wallow,Dad slammed the brakes.
I raised a brow,my mind was filled with questions.
Next second,Dad raised a baseball bat in one hand,a blue floral boxer in the other,apologizing:
"Uh,Ms.Wright's orders—strip you before delivery.Son,these knee-length boxers are my last gift to you.When you climb up the ladder,don't forget your old man..."
Me:?My heart,dangling,died when Dad mercilessly acted.Everything went pitch-black