Novel & Cerita El Asombroso Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3509 Completo

He blabbed shocking everyone. “Oh yeah, I have and I guess you met my granddaughter?" He asked amused. “I wish I had, I would have made my son marry her, not this gold digger." He insulted. “He's married to her already," Abuelo said. “Excuse me, what?" He asked. “Zöella here is my granddaughter and only heir to my empire. And I'm glad she found a real man, not someone who wanted her money." He added as everyone starred at her shocked.

“What did you just say?” “Nothing much.” Louis wrapped his arm around her and said solemnly, “I was saying that we should go home already.” At the de Arma mansion… “I’m going to be a great-grandfather already?” Hernandez learned that Ryleigh was pregnant and was so happy that he could not keep his mouth closed. “Oh my, this is really a delightful event. How great is this? I’ll actually be able to see the birth of my great-grandson before I kick the bucket. I think my whole life has been completed because of this.”

But as I rounded a corner near a cluster of black ferns, I heard a sharp laugh that stopped me cold. "I’m telling you, Elena, he didn't even haggle," Luna Miller’s voice carried over the greenery, dripping with a cruel delight. "He looked like he was vibrating with relief. He signed the Ironwood Mining Patents over to my husband before the first course of breakfast was even cleared. Three generations of Risa's family history, traded for a bank transfer to a private medical clinic in the South." She giggled. I felt the blood drain from my face, replaced by a heat so intense it felt like my skin might crack.

Ava’s heart began to throb as the lawyer continued, “All thirty-five percent of the company’s shares have been transferred to you. Miss Valentina has received thirty million in cash from Mr. Morales’s personal account.” The words hit her like a gust of wind—swift, cutting, and sudden. She didn’t respond. Her throat tightened, her chest clenched, and she simply stared at the lawyer, eyes misting over. The man stood to leave but paused at the door, glancing back with a touch of empathy. “Miss Morales,” he said quietly, “he cried a lot last night.” Ava looked up. “He’s fifty-three,” the lawyer went on, “and after everything… his hair is almost entirely white now. He can barely speak without cou

“What news?” Mrs Winters nostrils flared. “Don’t you dare play games with me, Ryan! We heard everything! That woman’s child—” she spat the word like it disgusted her, “—tell me she isn’t yours!” Ryan exhaled slowly, knowing there was no way out of this. He straightened his shoulders and nodded. “She’s mine.” His father, Mr Winters, who had remained silent until now, let out a sharp breath. “Unbelievable.”

The city didn't crumble; it began to format. "Leo! Look at Elian!" Meilin screamed. Leo looked down. His son wasn't dissolving. He was being Revised. Elian’s gold armor was turning into a school uniform. The pulse-pistol was turning into a lunchbox. And then, the voice of the Senior Editor boomed: "CHAPTER 197: REJECTED. RE-WRITING FROM THE MOMENT OF THE DIVORCE. BUT THIS TIME... THE BILLIONAIRE HAS NO MONEY."

He mumbled. He can't believe that Simon has a son! He thought Blair was his only child. How come he had a son with Veronica? And who's Veronica? He looked again in the first letter and he noticed the name 'Ramon Leviste', a powerful businessman in San Lorenzo died three years ago. A Leviste! He read the other letters and looked at the photos inside. A photo of a baby boy. He flipped the photo and he saw a name in the lower right part. Reevecus Asyl Ferran.

She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.

He said and they all laugh at what he said. “Really bring them on, whoever they are. Just make sure Henry that they can pay a lawyer.” Megan said as she wipes her face with a tissue from our table. “Oh they can Megan; they can even pay the army. Who are they? Her parents are Mr. Alvictos William Villaflor and Mrs. Leliana Victoria Rene Villaflor. And her grandfather is.....Don Victorio Alvares Villaflor III. Now still want to continue this charade?” he said and they look at me stunned and with wide eyes.

I can feel the beat of my pulse drum against my temples. My hand tightens around the phone. “Tell me.” There is a beat, just one but it feels like it lasts years. Then he says it. “Kyle is your son. The DNA matched. One hundred percent.” My fingers go numb. The phone slips right out of my hand. I hear it hit the floor with a sharp, hollow crack, but I don’t move to pick it up. I don’t even breathe. Everything inside me goes silent. Completely, terrifyingly silent.