El Yerno Millonario 4053 Novels & Stories

I smiled when I realized that he was the person I had spoken to at the hospital last week. “Don Ernesto!” Tito Rafael said and approached the old man. The old man nodded at me when he saw me and turned his gaze back to Tito Rafael’s family. “I just found out that you and my son know each other,” Don Ernesto said. “Your son?” Tito Rafael looked around. “Who is your son?” All of our eyes widened as he sat down next to Miguel. “This is my son, Miguel Damien Montevallo. The sole heir of Montevallo Industries.”

Making sure I understand them correctly. The firstborn child of Adrian Cross. That's Ezra. My baby. My son sleeping upstairs. My hands start shaking harder. The paper crinkles in my grip. Forty-seven million. One hundred fifty-six million. Two hundred three million. I do the math in my head. Over four hundred million dollars. Ezra is supposed to inherit over four hundred million dollars. And nobody told me. Not Adrian. Not his parents. Not a single person in this entire family mentioned this.

my MIA father used to tell me. I didn't want to admit it, but, the asshole was right. Especially now that I'd been exposing myself to the rest of the world, pushing myself out of my comfort zone, as per my mother's aspirations. In her eyes, her one and only son deserved more than what I thought I did. "You told Mamma?" I looked at Ricchar. "She just found out. Santiago called us this afternoon." "The countess. Right?" Ricchar nodded. "That woman's somethin' else." He whistled and unzipped the front of his tracksuit. His laurel green shirt underneath emphasized the color of his eyes. "25 million. Upfront."

"A...millionaire?" Elizabeth stepped forward and began running a finger slowly along his jawline, down his neck and over his shirt buttons. "A multi-millionaire," she corrected and began undoing his shirt buttons slowly as the news sunk in. Mike felt his mom's hands glide over his abs, up to his chest, stroking his hairs. "My baby's rich and...mmm, strong.” Mike closed his eyes and groaned. God that felt good. She began unbuckling his belt and pulled it out of his trousers in one long tug, casually dropping it to the floor. She put her face inches from his and whispered, "Say it, Mike."

"Announcement! Announcement!Announcement! The music stopped playing from the radio station as the voice of the radio personality came up to their hearings. "What do they have to say again?" Miranda asked disdainfully as her mouth squeezed to her head. "Shut up! Let me hear!" Helga cautioned her. "A billionaire is in search of his daughter he dumped at a house in Coronado nineteen years ago, whosoever finds or has the details of the child will be rewarded a whopping sum of thirty million dollars, you are free to contact us on this private line if you know the whereabouts of the child. +1(301) 2233 545...."

Vivian's countenance altered slightly, and she hastily uttered, "Jane, I was momentarily confused at that time, please do not take it to heart..." "But I have taken it to heart," Jane interjected. She glanced at the other three individuals and declared, "I am aware of the reason for your visit, but allow me to clarify that no matter how affluent I become, it has no connection to you. Do not harbor any thoughts about me!" "Jane, what are you saying? Without this family, would you be where you are today?" Diego expressed his displeasure. Jane replied coldly, "I should express gratitude to Joe's father for where I am today, not you."

"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."

“Ten million. Cash. No police. No lawyers. No press release this time. You wire it to the account I send tomorrow. Or tomorrow night every major blog in Nigeria and the US gets the full file dump. Billionaire Alexander Voss Bought Silence From His Baby Mama. Imagine the headlines. Imagine what it does to Theo’s book sales. To Nia’s patients. To Kai’s career. To Amara’s academy.” Elena closed her eyes. “You won’t do it,” she said. “You’d destroy yourself too.” Another cough. Wet. Painful. “I’m already destroyed. I have nothing left to lose. You still have everything.” The line went dead. Elena sat on the kitchen floor, broken teacup beside her, phone hot in her hand. She didn’t cry. She didn’

“Wow, she hasn't even given birth yet, but Mr. Hendry has already shown a potential future 4th generation heir. After all, the child she is carrying is the son of Mr. Aleandro Gilren, the 3rd generation heir after Mr. Cain.” Whispers rang out among the crowd while looking at Yuriel. They clapped lowly to welcome her. The reporters didn't want to miss taking her picture. Yuriel smiled awkwardly as she became the center of attention. Her hands were sweating coldly and she was trying to smile as many pairs of eyes stared at her.

She closed her eyes, trying to find some comfort in the silence of their living room. “Ruby, I forgot to ask, what’s his name” Naomi asked out of curiosity cutting through Ruby’s thought “Stephan Rodriguez” Ruby replied nonchalantly “Hold on, Ruby please tell me your Stephan isn’t the same Stephan the popular business mogul,” Naomi asked “Well from what I found out, he is the same person, the heir to the Grand Empire” Ruby replied Naomi took out her phone and quickly typed in “Stephan Rodriguez” turning her phone to Ruby “Is this your mystery man” Naomi asked showing Ruby a picture of Stephan from the internet