El Asombroso Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3509 Completo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I scooched closer to him. "What's yours then?" "Nothing, I'm perfect." He rolled his eyes at me as if that was obvious already. He began to type in the search engine. "Let's see..." "Vincentio Longoria, son of Lucius 'the dragon' Longoria. He is the heir to the multibillion corporation, worth— yeah, yeah, we already know we can't afford him. We need to have more sauce than this," he mumbled, already annoyed at the lack of tea the articles were providing.

After finishing, she tucked the quilt around him and whispered, “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll treat you. You’ll wake up soon.” Downstairs, in the kitchen. “Mom, let me tell you something,” Yoselin whispered to Yuna. “Elena just came back with a man. She’s already hooking up behind everyone’s back!” “What?” Yuna paused while stewing chicken. “That girl has a boyfriend? Shameless!” “And who’s this chicken for?” Yoselin asked. “For Elena.” “What?” Yoselin nearly choked. Yuna took a packet of powder from her bag and sprinkled it onto the chicken.

He wanted her to regain her memories, and that alone proves that he had nothing to hide. ********* The moment Valeria and Ergon finally got home to get changed, before heading back to the hospital, she saw a man standing in front of their mansion. The man's expression didn't look the least friendly and she didn't feel good about him, most especially the way he stared at her. "Bo...Mr Ergon, your son is here," the man informed him with a crooked smile. Son? What son was he talking about? She quickly took her gaze towards Ergon, who also glanced at her at the same time.

I had not slept much in the last few days. I couldn't close my eyes and not see Selena. I have missed so much of her pregnancy because of Torres and my uncle. I will deal with each other them swiftly. Antonio had brought me the first piece of good news that we have had. The Mancini Family has one of the best computer hackers and he found the location of where the auction will be taking place. It was amazing at how quickly he was able to hack into the city records.

She pulled out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper. As she opened the letter, a small silver key with a unique number engraved on it slid out and fell into her lap. Elena ignored the key for a moment and began to read the neat, handwritten words on the page: > Dear Elena, > My name is Mr. Bill, and I was your father’s loyal lawyer and friend. If you are reading this, it means Callum Carnegie has passed away, and you are in great danger from his family. > They want to steal your birthright. Your father never forgot you. Inside this letter are the codes to private vault 402 at the Central Heritage Bank. Enclosed is the key. Inside that vault is the final truth, the absolute proof that you

He unfolds the paper, scans it, then looks up. “Miss Hart,” he says gently, “the DNA test confirms a ninety-nine point nine percent match.” The world tilts. “You are Evander Kingsley’s biological daughter.” For a moment, no one moves. No one breathes. Then Eleanor’s hand flies to her mouth. A sound escapes her—small, broken, raw. Not a sob. Not a gasp. Something in between. Something that sounds like twenty-three years of grief cracking open. Her eyes fill instantly, tears spilling over before she can stop them.

Elara’s POV It's official. Today has been the weirdest day of my life. From finding out about Lorenzo's accident, to being threatened by his dad, to discovering he has a family, then realizing my dad faked his coma, learning that Lorenzo’s son is being abused by his girlfriend—who was supposed to have died eight years ago—and now hearing Lorenzo ask who I am... I don’t think any day in my life can beat this. Whether in the past or future. Not even the day I stole the billionaire's wallet.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

I opened my chat with Elias and showed him the video recording. Juliana, Evangelina, and Nicole were in the new Ricardo mansion living room, sipping champagne as if they already won. "No wonder he helped her," Juliana laughed. "Now, we'll drain all his money, and make him go bankrupt." "I just don't want him to find out the truth," Evangelina said. "Because then it all will be doomed." "Not gonna happen," Nicole shook her head. "I shaped Liam in a way that Diego will never bother to go for another DNA test."

"It… settled its obligation.” Elena extended her hand towards his. "Since we settled ours.” Javier lifted an eyebrow. "Can someone explain why my restaurant appears renovated and why my daughter looks like she battled the devil and came out victorious?” Rosa let out a snort. "It’s a tale, Tío. Begins with a billionaire jerk and finishes with us erasing reality.” Javier gazed at me. I returned his look. We both burst into laughter—fractured flawless laughter that brightened the space like rays of sun.