El Yerno Millonario 4053 Mga Nobela at Kwento

She has no interest in bussiness and she was not against on that. "My daughter Patricia De Hizon will inherit the precious jewelries of my late wife Leticia Hernandez De Hizon that will be given by Attorney Dela Marced, the two storey house in London, The Hotel Royale in California, USA and a bank acount worth of twenty million dollars. My trusted butler Roberto De Guzman and my assitant Alejandro Quinto who has been loyal to me all through the years will have an amount of two point five million dollars each." Now they knew the reason why Mr. De Guzman and the former assistant of Don Alonzo was here to witness the reading of the will, it is because the late old man had inheritted them too fo

“Don't play smart, Eleanor. You should know perfectly well what I'm speaking about. If not, then you should probably be able to guess what it is that I want…” “No. I can't guess.” “I should be a bit more specific, then. Your husband has some money worth one big amount… I've done my calculations and it all comes down to a nice round figure of fifty million dollars. He's been a very, very busy man in that patch you all call Vieuti.” Eleanor's mind reeled. Fifty million?

Guevara Villa “Welcome home, my beloved! I’m sorry it took so long before I found you,” Leonard Guevara exclaimed and 10 other maids lined up to welcome Camille. Camille stood at the door-way and looked at the man before her, it was truly the billionaire. Leonard Guevara. He owned lots of companies in the city likewise the top notch hotels, he’s filthy rich even the Rodrigo can’t beat him to it. ‘How is he suddenly my father?’ Camille wondered.

His eyes locked on me immediately, reading everything I couldn’t say. He walked over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Glad you’ve finally come to your senses, little sister.” Silence exploded between all of us. Micah’s jaw dropped. Stacy’s eyes almost fell out of her head. “Little sister?” Micah croaked. “That’s Rafael Mendoza,” Stacy whispered. “The son of that billionaire business mogul we saw on TV last night.” Rafael gave me a gentle smile, that familiar smirk creeping onto his face.

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

When their one night stand resulted in an unexpected pregnancy, Nerissa life was turned upside down. Trillionaire CEO, Asher Blackwood, is determined to claim his heir and make Nerissa his - but on his terms. Nerissa finds out that he is her boss and realizes that she has no other choice but to enter a contract marriage with him. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Asher's secrets and Nerissa's fears threaten to tear them apart. Nerissa find out the truth about Asher's past and the real reason he's so desperate to hold on to her? As the stakes grow higher, Nerissa must decide whether to surrender to Asher or to go her own way, even if it means losing the man she loves."

Sigh, what a waste of her hard-earned money. Josh burst out laughing and said smugly, "Everyone, did you see that? It's my lucky day! I won a hundred thousand dollars in a heartbeat. Admit it, Yvonne, you lost. Come on, pay up." Yvonne said angrily, "Don't worry. I pay my debts, even to scum like you. What's your account number? I'll transfer you the money." "Wait, what's the hurry? It's not over yet. Excuse me, I don't want the left half of the rock. Please cut the right half horizontally," Elio said.

he added, stretching his phone towards me. I shot him a suspicious glance, disbelief written all over my face as I took the phone from him. My eyes widened as the video played, and slowly, the memories began to resurface. After leaving Derek's apartment, I had gone to a bar to drown my sorrows, and that’s when I met this strange man. No, he wasn't just some stranger. He was Marley Fernandez, the older brother of Diego Fernandez. "To put it simply," he began, taking the phone from me and slipping it back into his pocket. "You agreed to marry Diego in exchange for twenty billion dollars. We made a deal to ruin him completely," he added, pulling out a piece of paper.

Björn was chatting with Carter and another young millionaire named Luca Castilla, a Spaniard living in the city, who had been surprised to see Björn and his companions. - Shall we go dancing? -asked the redhead interrupting their conversation, Björn looked over to see if Ava was coming, but to his surprise, she wasn't.

Fifty million USD. The air left my lungs. "Fifty million?" "That’s the exit f*e for a Cruz who chickens out." Santiago stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me. "Does Eduardo have fifty million for a grandson who failed his only mission? Or perhaps you have it tucked away in your paint tubes?" "He didn't tell me." "He wouldn't. He wanted you trapped." Santiago took the paper back, his fingers brushing mine. I flinched. "So. Are we calling the lawyers? Or are you going back to your room?"