El Yerno Millonario 3737 Novels & Stories

“I am good, man, you are married to Ms Kings, or now it clicks. Creed king. I never knew you were the son of the famous businessman.” “How do you know my wife though?” “Baby, let’s go home.” Athena said from her sleep and she faced the other side of the car. “She is my business partner.” “You are the Jethro Of Jethro Corporation?” “Yes, I am.” “Good to see you man. I am sorry for the loss of your father,”

Perhaps Jody was right; there's the high possibility of the person being wealthy after all, I admitted to myself before making my way towards two men sitting at the end of the restaurant. As I shuffled nearer to them, they both got up from their seats. For a moment, I felt important. A tall, bronzed, loose-limbed man stepped forward from the table. At first, the person I was seeing was Connor Shelby of the Shelby Empire, a multi-billion dollar estate that was majorly into real estate and oil and gas. It was safe to call him the wealthiest young person in London. Added to the fact that he was also an Alpha, the Alpha of Lumia’s Pack.

"The young, handsome millionaire with a kind heart. The art major... This can't be true." "Love, billionaire. I'm a billionaire. And I don't have a soft heart. It is an angry thing that wants to taste everything. Look at everything and feel everything. Its love isn't gentle either. It's all too much and very scary. But it hasn't rung since Santorini, so I think I left it with you." "You don't know how old I am, do you? I am a lot too old for you. I am four times older than you."

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

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.”

the boys shouted in unison. Two months later, during an important meeting with the Chinese, Eva fainted and was rushed to the emergency room, where she learned that she was pregnant by the only man who had ever touched her body, Demetrio Laurenti. She thought her world would fall apart, but the millionaire project she had signed with Alexander assured her motherhood. Now Evangelina was not only Russia's top systems engineer, with many applications created by them, she was now an empowered woman, a millionaire and a woman of character.

Those words of the doctor still sounded in my head, with the ting effect of a bell sounding in the cathedral, even after I had dashed out to go in search of money which we didn’t have. Later, while swallowed in my misery and gloom, a young beautiful nurse by name, Stella, told me of a billionaire by name, Fanny Luis, who was worth fifty billion dollars and the richest family in Rio Hondo. “Listen Melissa,” Nurse Stella had said, “If you could get to the billionaire he would certainly be of help,” she told me emphatically. “He is very generous. I can count quite a number of Rio Hondo he has helped.” Later, at twilight, she took me to this huge edifice, a villa with plaster of gold and preciou

“Mr. Billionaire has successfully snatched my best friend.” “I have no complaints.” Gemini quips around a mouthful of food. “ “Mr. Billionaire” might just be the best cook ever. These eggs are delicious.” “Thank you. Enjoy it while it lasts. I’m only cooking because of my beautiful wife.” He presses another kiss to my hair and I have to stop myself from preening. “And my favourite Aunt, of course.” Aunt Elena gives him a warm smile, indicating that whatever bad blood laid between them has been resolved.

HER BABIES FATHER IS HER BOSS? On their way back from the hotel, Selena became withdrawn and drowned in her thoughts. She did not notice that all these while, Dora was at her. Knowing today that the man she bore three kids for was a very powerful man, it was more than enough headache for her. How can it be him? Of all men in their city, how could it be him? A part of her wanted to tell her children who wanted to know who their father was even though they would not speak out and another part wanted nothing to do with him.

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.