El Yerno Millonario 4098 Novels & Stories

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

“The name. The legacy. The money. Ten million was the starting point. Now it’s twenty. And I want acknowledgment. A public statement. Alexander Voss Jr., son of Alexander Voss and Mark. I want the world to know I exist. I want the family to know I exist. Or tomorrow morning every major news outlet gets the full file dump. The birth certificate. The paternity test. The payments. The emails. The photos. Everything.” Elena closed her eyes. “You won’t do it,” she said. “You’d destroy yourself too.” Another laugh—colder this time. “I’m already destroyed. I have nothing left to lose. You still have everything.” The line went dead. Elena sat there in the dark living room, tea soaking into the rug,

"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."

One week later, he'd checked his bank account and found two hundred thousand dollars deposited from an offshore account he'd never opened. Blood money. He hadn't touched it. Not one cent. Instead, he'd withdrawn his actual savings, the twelve thousand he'd saved legitimately, bought a one-way ticket to Portugal, and disappeared. Present Day - 11:34 PM Elias sat in his small apartment above a laundromat with his laptop open. He'd been following the case for months, ever since Nathan Pierce's first article hit the New York Times. "Billionaire's Secret Daughter: The IVF Scandal That Shook Manhattan."

He spotted a hint of reverence in Madam York’s eyes. Something was wrong. Unfortunately, no matter what Andrius asked, Madam York replied the same thing: no problem, they got the money, nothing was wrong, etc. Andrius realized that the visit could no longer continue. He looked at Noir and Sonia before he left Madam York with a few words of concern and left for the fourth house. The fourth house door was opened. Before he stepped inside, Andrius heard a conversation going on inside. “Please, give me the million dollars! My son is dead and I’m old. I have no source of income left. I need the money to cure my partner’s condition. Please…”

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

๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙ My head was pounding terribly when I woke up, and the room looked like it was shaking. Wait- the room! I was met with the unfamiliar sight of a lavish bedroom, complete with gilded large windows overlooking the beautiful view of the city. This could only mean one thing, I had slept with a stranger and remembered nothing about how all this happened. It all felt like a dream except it wasn’t… The sleepy groan from the sexy man beside me made me freeze in place, downed with reality. The soft sheets beneath me, the scent of his cologne in the air, and the rich mahogany furniture confirmed that it was all real.

"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...."

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.

“There will be no wedding. I’m free starting today.” But then— Something else caught my attention. “The sudden appearance of Don Ernesto Montevallo’s only child is also trending right now.” I froze. The screen flashed, and there he was. Miguel. My heart lurched. I barely registered the news anchor’s words. “Don Ernesto Montevallo, a longtime bachelor, shocked the business world by revealing his only son, Miguel Damien Montevallo. According to Don Ernesto, it took two decades before he reunited with his child from his ex-wife.”