El Yerno Millonario 4053 소설 & 이야기

Meredith was saying. "Mom stop!" Riley hurriedly tried to stop her mother from talking further. "How can you not know him? He's Aziz Garrett, the CEO of G-tex Corporation and the youngest billionaire in the entire Seattle. His company is a major partner of our BigBest Corporation. Also, he was grandfather's most trusted business partner. Actually, he shared a much more closer relationship with grandfather. How don't you know all these?" Hearing her daughter's words, Meredith almost couldn't believe her ears. This was the man she's tried to make several business connections with in the past but was never successful in securing a deal with his company. She never thought of him to be so... youn

I greeted softly and her eyes met mine as she looked up and gave me a warm smile. “Hello miss…” she trailed off. “Alessia,” I said and she nodded. “Miss Alessia, welcome please take a seat.” She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked with a polite smile. “No, but I want to know if there’s any free sperm donor. I want to have a child and time is not really on my side.” My voice was tinged with sadness towards the end and even if the nurse noticed it she didn’t react.

“What do you want?” Ramirez smiled. “Now you’re listening.” Adrian stepped forward carefully. “Release my son.” “I said no.” “Name your price.” Ramirez stared at him. “You’re a billionaire.” Adrian’s expression hardened. “I will give you anything.” Ramirez smiled. “Anything?” “Yes.” “One billion dollars.” The warehouse went silent. Ethan looked at Adrian. “You cannot be serious.” Adrian never looked away from Ramirez. “I’ll give you one billion dollars.” Ramirez nodded.

“You look… rested.” I didn’t respond. I pulled the chair back and sat down. A waiter approached and dropped filled glasses of wine in front of us. "Take it back," I waved him off as I slid the wine glass back to him. “You asked to see me,” I said, folding my arms. “Say what you have to say.” Eleanor leaned back like she’d been waiting for the cue. She pulled a sleek envelope from her handbag and slid it across the table towards mee. “Five million,” she said. “Untaxed. Offshore. Yours. You just have to leave. Disappear. Never speak to my boy again. No goodbyes, no drama, no explanations. You’re free.”

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

But after what happened, she and I needed to do it once in a while. “I see, thank God! By the way, I just heard something from a reporter.” “Hm, what is it?” “Apparently, around thirty years ago, there was a famous actress in New York. She used to date Edward Wilson and Gregory Lancaster. You know who they are right? Leo and Alexander’s father!” “Ah, I didn’t know that kind of story existed.” “Yes, but you know what? I saw a picture of her and she has the same amber eyes as you do!” A curious frown appeared on Selena’s face.

Luis can not marry Yaze until she paid her debt, that will be my deal to Luis. Ahhh fuck! I can't accept this facts now. We need to talk how we gonna tackle the situation, the matter with the babies and Yaze. DON LUCIANO AND SENYORA ROSITA POV: "Honey, we have three grandchildren at once, I can't believed it!! God blessed us three in one," Senyora Rosita blurted out happily.

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.

And the nurses couldn't do anything without money. I looked at the next page. There was a number at the top. $500,000. It was written in bold, black ink. Five hundred thousand dollars. It looked like a phone number. It didn't even look like real money. I’d never seen that many zeros in my life. I’ve spent my whole life worrying about five dollars for a bus pass. I’ve spent weeks crying over a fifty-dollar utility bill. And here it was. The price of my soul. I looked at the number, and then I looked at Darian. He was watching me. He knew exactly what I was thinking. He knew that number was the only thing that could save me, and he knew it was the thing that would destroy me.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.