Charlie Wade El Yerno Millonario Pdf の小説・ストーリー

I said while hiding my blushing face. "Let's have a deal then. Make him fall in love with you and you can get your billions as my heiress or fail this mission and I'll have you arranged for a wedding you'll surely regret it. This is for your own good, Aviana. And you knew me better, child. After you made him fall in love with you, it is up to you if you will keep him or not. Just give this a try. 60 days, if you fail this mission, you know what I'm going to do with you and I'm keeping my words until my grave", he proposed with an authoritative look.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Dhruv shrugged and began, “I’ve been god’s favorite child. I worked too little and achieved too much. Now I get to enjoy in all ways I want to. Putting my money in places without thinking back and forth.” Shanaya smirked, slowly regaining her senses. “You’re only being modest. I can’t imagine you counting on your blessing to do the work for you, Dhruv. Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to share your business secrets with me.” “So you’d like to stay a millionaire for some more years,” he concluded, narrowing his eyes. “Yes. I’m afraid if I become any more successful my feet will no longer stay on the ground.” The elevator doors opened and their shoulders touched as both of them tried to move ou

Clara tried to speak up and offer suggestions, but she was met with dismissive glances and hushed whispers. As Clara's driver pulled up to the entrance of the company, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a sharp suit stepped towards the car. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and a confident smirk on his lips. Just as the meeting seemed to be reaching a boiling point, Clara noticed a piece of paper being passed around the table. She caught a glimpse of it and saw her name written in bold letters. Her heart racing, Clara discreetly grabbed the paper and read it. It was a contract, stating that she was to sign over all her shares in the company to Alexandro's sister, Bianca, in exchange for

The presence should be dropped. Charles laughed, unfazed by the animosity. He crossed his legs nonchalantly as he sat across from Nicholas. "All right. Let me get right to the point. I've encountered some financial challenges lately. Naturally, nothing that I can't manage, but I was thinking of you when an opportunity arose. Nicholas's eyebrow went up. "What sort of chance?" Charles dropped his tone and leaned forward. "A combination. An opportunity to buy one of Europe's most profitable tech companies. However, I lack liquid funds, and the deal needs strong support.

Someone else chuckled. I felt the coldness in my bones. But I kept going. “I’ve read the drafts. In the bins. There’s a math error on page 7. It’s $2.3 million off. And the wording is wrong. They don’t want to hear ‘we’ll save you money.’ They want ‘cost avoidance of 18% over 36 months with measurable KPIs.’” More laughter. “She reads the trash now?” Marcus said. Alexander stared at me for a long time. Then he picked up the broken proposal and dropped it in the bin.

“In the eyes of the law we remain husband and wife. So you’ve no right to such haughty behavior.” Chloe gave a mirthless laugh, playing her trump card. “Three years ago you married Reginald for that ten million dowry. I'm now offering double.” She slapped a cheque down on the table. “Twenty million. Take the money and scram!” Arabella calmly regarded the cheque. “I didn't marry Reginald for money.” Chloe mocked, “And pigs can fly! Blatant lies!” Arabella reined in her anger, coldly sizing her up. How she itched to slap that smug look off her face.

"You are my assistant, after all." His brows drew together as he peered at her, his gaze heavy, as though daring her to argue. A pang struck her right where it hurt; she knew she could never be more than an assistant to him. Henri Gagnon was the "Golden Prince" of Montreal—utterly unattainable. Elizabeth was dreaming if she wanted more than a seat outside his office. She was dreaming if she thought the desire in his eyes was for her. She was dreaming to think that, even if it were, he would ever act on it—or that she would dare let him.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

"I didn't feel strong. I felt... broken." Jesse turned toward her, his expression softening slightly. "It's okay to feel that way. But you didn't let him see it. That's the important part." She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. "I guess." The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal Jesse's penthouse. Tina stepped out, her eyes widening as she took in the expansive space, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the entire city, sleek furniture, and a modern aesthetic that screamed wealth.