Novel & Cerita Billionaire Son In Law

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

“No, I am going to get married in two weeks to one of my father's friend's daughters and that will merge the two families' businesses.” “What! Blake? You've been having an affair behind my back.” Tasha had to hold on to the back of the sofa for support. “You sneaky son of a bitch!” “No,” he put his hand on the back of another sofa. “Candy, beli…!” “Oh stop it,” she cut him short. She put her hand on her belly. “Stop calling me that. How could you do this to us?” “Okay, I won't call you that again,” he begged. “Believe me, I don't like any of these, but it is my duty as the heir to save my family. You know how hard it has been for my father.”

What? "I'm sure you already knew that, though. I mean, it's a good reason to be with him, right?" He sneered, but she looked at him like she had no clue what he was talking about, because she didn't. "Don't act like you don't know. I know you know. C'mon, he didn't tell you he's set to inherit billions? His Grandpops started some media company. He's loaded. Like really loaded. His family is like one of the top 10 richest in the country." Ian was bullshitting her. He had to be. He told her he was small town kid. Pearl had googled him. Nothing showed up about that, that she saw. She was too shocked to talk.

, Annie texts again. Genny ignores her again and stuffs her phone into her bag before walking out of the room. She heads to the dinning area and meets her parents eating. Her father, Mr. Frederick Houston was a businessman who was rarely home while her mother, Grace was a stay-at-home mom. Mr. Houston had promised to set up a supermarket for her when Genny graduated middle school as Genny was their youngest child but was yet to do so, now postponing it to when Genny graduated from high school.

"Point of correction, dad. I'm not your heir. I don't need your money. I am one of the top three wealthiest businessman in the world. I am a billionaire. I have companies of my own and I have millions of people working as my employees." His father slammed his hand on the desk angrily and rose to his feet. "That's because I gave you the right connections!" "Fuck your connections, dad! You're so greedy. You have so much already—" "I'm not greedy," Branson argued. "Really? Then, how would you explain your relationship with my ex-girlfriend?" He never meant to bring that up, but he did anyways. "Karen had broken up with you—" "So, you knew. You knew she was my girlfriend before dating her… You—"

"You hear that? My daughter said you're a billionaire. Don't tell me you can't come up with a million? Of course, if you want to marry my daughter, I'll have to ask for another two million. My daughter isn't cheap—I raised her too carefully for that!" My father's face twisted in confusion. "You've said a lot. Tell me—who is your daughter?" "You don't know my daughter? Right… for wealthy families like yours, having a few women on the side is normal. Her name is Jessie Barney!"

She stopped him from hearing these words. She looked up. Fire burned in her eyes. "Jessica, shut up. My son is Alexander Blackwood's legitimate heir. He is absolutely not a bastard..." Before she finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open. Alexander stood in the doorway. His suit was still neat and tidy. As soon as he stepped into the house, he heard the last word—"bastard." His expression instantly darkened. Jessica saw him. Tears immediately flooded out.

"Are we in middle school?" "Answer the question, Henry." I ran my hand through my hair. The words felt huge. Terrifying. But they were true. "Yes," I said. "I like like her. Happy?" Javier laughed. Actually laughed. The first genuine laugh I had heard from him in weeks. "I can't believe this," he said. "Henry Williams, heir to a billionaire empire, player extraordinaire, is down bad for a girl who hates his guts." "She doesn't hate my guts anymore."

At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

The vice president turned to look at him,"Dr. Osteen, what's the matter?" "Who were those two people?" "I don't know that girl. Maybe she's from school. That guy is very famous. He's Rayan's son, the eldest son of the richest man in Capital City. He's very successful at a very young age. In fact, he's undeniably more handsome and charismatic than his father." Indeed, the vice president had never seen such a good-looking man before. "Which school is she from?"