El Yerno Millonario 4098 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sarah asked while she stood up to make her way to the living room. "Just look Sarah." Delores replied her and ended the call. That was the first time Delores was ever calling her to check the news. The girl knew that she disliked watching news and though the girl watched, she had never asked Sarah to watch it too. Sarah quickly made her way to the living room and turned on the television and immediately she tuned in to the news station, she realized why Delores had sounded so urgent and shaky. The headlines read *Multi millionaire and co-CEO of Diego&Sons company Ltd, Ron Diego announces his engagement to the heiress of the multi billionaire tech company, LauSar Tech Ltd. Lauren Miller.*

He unfolds the paper, scans it, then looks up. “Miss Hart,” he says gently, “the DNA test confirms a ninety-nine point nine percent match.” The world tilts. “You are Evander Kingsley’s biological daughter.” For a moment, no one moves. No one breathes. Then Eleanor’s hand flies to her mouth. A sound escapes her—small, broken, raw. Not a sob. Not a gasp. Something in between. Something that sounds like twenty-three years of grief cracking open. Her eyes fill instantly, tears spilling over before she can stop them.

Just like the rest of the girls had done. “Lucy west, an excommunicated nun, aging twenty four.” Alejandro’s man read out loudly. Immediately they read the excommunicated nun part, they all groaned. Immediately there cards were raised, bidding the highest of money. In the corner , sat a middle aged fat man, he’d been watching everything silently in his seat with a group of his guards surrounding him. He signaled the guards, they raised the card. “ Finally from Mr Emilio, going out for nine hundred million dollars,” my heart skipped immediately.

One of the EMTs muttered updates near me, their voice clipped but urgent: “Isaac Langton. Billionaire. Media mogul. Owns half the city’s newspapers and TV stations.” The name meant nothing to me. But around the room, eyes flickered—some grim, some shocked, others taut with barely contained worry. “He controls more headlines than any politician,” someone whispered, like saying it out loud might somehow change what was happening. A nurse’s voice broke through. “Prep for surgery. STAT.” I looked down at him. His eyes fluttered weakly, struggling to stay open. Then, almost suddenly, his hand reached out—a trembling, uncertain grasp that found mine. His fingers curled gently around my wrist, hold

"It's unbelievable so I wanted to hear it from you, is it true?" "Of course", I chuckle nervously, jerking my hand from his hold. "I am married to Rocco Lorenzo, the most handsome and richest billionaire in New York." Get that into your f***ing skull! I almost scream at him in addition. His jaws drop and he looks hurt all of a sudden. Maybe he thinks it was a rumor. Maybe he never expected that I would be married at this age. "Val, I'm sorry. You need to believe me…"

I saw that he had signed a cheque, and he immediately came to me. “What does this mean?!” I asked as he handed the check to me. “60 Million dollars, Mister Suarez, give me back my daughter.” “You're crazy,” I said. I turned my back on him, but he immediately turned to face him. I struggled, but unfortunately the mask I was wearing came off. “Mister Wills!” I said. “I was not wrong in my guess as to who you really are, Eldifonso Suarez! You are that man, Eldifonso Madrigal.”

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

AVA I woke up the next morning with Liam's words echoing in my head. "Once I have full custody, I won't need her anymore." The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. I'd signed away my freedom for nothing but borrowed time with my son. The sound of Eli's laughter drifted down the hallway, and I followed it like a lifeline. I found him in the playroom with Elena, who was teaching him to count in what sounded like Spanish. "Uno, dos, tres," Eli repeated carefully, clapping his hands.

“Don’t be so stingy with such small money. A Gilren, Aleandro couldn’t possibly afford such a small allowance, could he?” Yuriel nodded her head to Melly’s greeting. Sherly looked at the two women unfavorably. $80 million is not a small number. How dare those two women to blackmail Aleandro! She went forth and stood next to Aleandro, reprimanding Yuriel. “Dear Yunifer, don’t you have amnesia? How can you make unreasonable demands? Or actually, you’re faking ..,” Sherly did not immediately continue her sentence and glanced at Aleandro carefully.

I asked in innocence. "49." "And what did you get?." "48." "You were almost there." "Show yourself o." "That's your own,give me my money."I said in happiness. "You are happy for 1k,a whole rich girl like you."He replied as he shook his hands into his pocket. "Says the person who's father is a multi-millionaire."I scoffed. "Stop acting like your family ain't rich." "We are but you are richer." "Lies."