Abandoned, Super Cutie Adopted By Billionaire Clan Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes, I do.” Zach rubbed the pendant in his hand, the one he never had the chance to return to me. “Even if they’re married, it's just a business marriage. There’s no love. Tina loves me. Uncle Sean can’t make her happy. I’m taking her back.” “You’re insane!” Yvette stomped her foot in rage. Still, Zach looked dead serious. He already made up his mind to compete with his own uncle. He believed I would not let him lose.

Then the lady chuckled. "I like your sharpness. I watched the mathematics and other competitions and debates you've won. I became interested in you because I have no kids of my own. I had someone search you up, I got the results and knew you can't really go far with just your intelligence. You'll always need money, I'm willing to sponsor you with huge amount of money or even adopt you as my child, that's if you are willing." Her last statement shocked me to hell. Adopt me? Why on earth will she adopt me? I looked at grandma and she was also looking shocked by her last words.

"good of you." "however I had first attempted to adopt the pretty boy, really cute when he was little if you asked me, but you see I was a man of lowly estate, was too hard for me I had to give in. and the torrential orphanage, hard of it?oh boy you need much to know, the orphanage was sponsored by the London bridge support group, yes! I said it, our cult. on my part it was a really fragile adoption. the mallards were richer, they had an agency and a really good lawyer, I, I was just a nobody, owned a rusty truck and a cot I would put the baby in if eventually I go him, and which of cause never really happened. so glad that I met him these years afterwards. now, he's a famous prick you know

He snorted. “She took her payoff money and left for a life of excitement and freedom in Miami.” As if examining the fabric, he ran his hand idly along her old linen curtains. “She never wanted to go back to the life she’d fled, to a barren island of rocks and parents who despised her modern ways. My grandparents did not speak English and were ashamed of me, their bastard grandson. But my father—” he spat out the word “—sent some money, so I was a source of income they could not refuse.”

Annabelle tilted her head slightly, listening. “He was never there,” Andre went on. “Not for me. Not for my mother. I grew up with nothing, scraping by, watching my mother fall apart and still hoping that maybe, one day, someone would rescue us. Then, out of nowhere, I find out that the man who abandoned us was a billionaire with a sprawling company… and more children than anyone could count.”

"Yeah, our company's bleeding. But if your family backs us, you won't regret it." He wasn't wrong. Last time, my parents dumped a million into Yelton Group. It exploded. Quandt Corp stayed behind the scenes and still raked in cash. I wasn't against smart business. But my voice stayed ice cold. "I'm not marrying Rosie Yelton. I'm marrying Yvette Yelton." The room went still. Gordon shot up. "Yvette?!" "She's adopted," Deborah whispered. "And she just got kidnapped... she's in a wheelchair. Didn't you hate her?"

"What do you mean?" Queenie bent over, grabbed my neck, and said, "You fool! I didn't get lost. My parents thought you were lucky and bought you as their adopted daughter at a high price to take advantage of your luck. You think you're married to Cedric, but my parents sold you to the Shelby family for $50 million to make use of your last bit of value and revive the Shelby family!" She got up and motioned for me to look at the big screen behind her.

She’d passed six years ago, but he still bought them every Sunday. If not for the offshore savings my dad tucked away when I turned eighteen, and the ridiculously generous cheque from Mr. Howard, I wouldn’t be here. I didn’t even want that money at first. I told him so a dozen times. But he just kept showing up, looking all grandpa-ish with his wrinkled eyes and briefcase of guilt. “You’ll take it when the world gets too loud, Claire,” he’d said. And I did. Because at the time, I was jobless, pregnant, and hiding from a life I didn’t recognize anymore.

She was abandoned with no idea of her biological family. She raised by adoptive parents who had taken her and kept the truth until recently when everything happened with Jerald, Katy and celeste. I picked up my phone and called Victor. "Get me a meeting with Valen." I said when he answered. "It should be today in my office. Make it sound like a courtesy call between Alphas.” I Instructed. "What if he declines?" He asked. "He won't." I said. "He has been waiting for an opening since the gala."

That evening, my husband, Raymond Lowes, came home with a large bag of formula and diapers. “Honey, I heard you found an abandoned baby when you went out this morning. He must’ve shown up for a reason. We should adopt him.” I peeled off my facial mask and looked at him with fake surprise. “Dear, what are you talking about? When did I ever find a baby?” A flash of anxiety crossed his face. “I’m talking about the baby you found in the bushes by the neighborhood this morning. Honey, I know you have a good heart. You would never just leave an abandoned baby there.”