El Yerno Millonario 4098 Novels & Stories

Prolog Suami istri lagi menikmati kemah di malam hari. Suami minta istrinya bercerita kehidupan sebelum mereka bertemu. Istri pun menceritakan semuanya dan bab selanjutnya akan jadi flashback kehidupan si istri. Bab 1

Too bad the fūcker’s son wasn’t here too. I rolled my neck before making eye contact with Edgardo again. “Quaranta.” (Italian for “Forty.”) I mouthed as he dipped his chin, walking off to get me the cash for the hand. “So, Morello.” Santoro muttered, puffing in the smoke of his cigar before straightening up. “Word on the street is that you purchased a home here.” He stated, forcing me to clench my teeth as my stern glare moved towards Francisco.

"Esther really dares to show off, boldly saying fourty million. That’s gotta be paid on the spot!" "If it has to be paid on the spot, so be it. Isn’t Diego here? He has deep pockets!" "Fourty million? What a joke. Diego is just an adopted son. You think he’s Evander, casually throwing around billions?" "Evander? He doesn’t just have billions—if he wanted, tens of billions would be pocket change. Too bad he’s not here today!" “Exactly, Diego isn’t Evander. An adopted son living under someone else’s roof—how can you compare him to the head of the family?”

“This… this can’t be!” Olivia turned slowly, curious. “What is it, Shopia?” With trembling hands, Shopia placed her phone on the table. The screen displayed a viral article from social media. The headline was clear: “Young CEO Ricky Zayden Mascherano to Get Engaged to Miss Kelly Rowland Bertan, the Only Daughter of the Bertan Family, Just Returned from Switzerland.” Cindy instinctively covered her mouth. “Oh my God…” Shopia immediately broke down. “No! No! I can’t accept this!” She slapped the table repeatedly, then burst into tears. “I thought… I thought Uncle CEO was still single for a long time… but it turns out…”

“You were not just wrong. You were foolish. You chose a man we didn't approve of. You cut us off. And now look.” I held my breath, expecting warmth or at least pity from them. But my mother chimed in instead with a cold and composed voice.m “We have arranged a meeting with someone who is actually worthy of you.” “What?” “A blind date,” she said, like it was a job interview. “Tonight, the son of my friend, Mrs. Adisa. His family owns one of the top oil chains in the country. You will like him. I almost laughed. “You are seriously throwing me into another marriage pitch? When I just got out of one.”

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.

"Where's Yeneth? Get her out here! She needs to cough up my son's cash! After four years together, that girl blew through a hundred and fifty grand of my son's cash! Now that she realizes the well's run dry, she's kicked him to the curb! "That hundred and fifty thousand dollars was scraped together by my husband and I, penny-pinching every step of the way!" The bystanders could not help but chime in with their two cents. "Four years, and only a hundred and fifty grand? That doesn't seem too steep. It's not a fortune." "I'd say it's pretty measly." Those folks were all office workers, pulling in decent paychecks. To them, 150 thousand dollars over four years was barely anything.

Ryan asked, interrupting the mother and daughter moment that was about to take place. "No, I will stay and cook you delicious meals, Amanda, you don't worry about the groceries, I will get them." Her mom replied with a smile. She begged them to come closer and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. "Thanks, mom, thanks a lot," Amanda said and hugged her while the kids joined in. Later that night, while watching TV, the noble sons of the four major billionaire families in the country appeared on the television through a news station and Amanda’s children said that they looked like them, and Amanda laughed and didn't hesitate to make them dismiss such thoughts.

"This isn't you Amy" "Excuse me"I shove her away but she grab my hand and pin me to the wall. "What are you doing?"I stuttered. "Hey come off it I'm not a lesbian so quit it"She said and I sigh in relief. "Where is she?" "Where is who?" "You look rich I didn't know you extort money from kidnapping too"She said. "What do you mean" "Oh you don't know John is demanding for ten million dollars from Bryan for Martha?It your plan right"