El Yerno Millonario 4098 Novels & Stories

"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."

“Wait, wait. Hold on. You’re telling me this guy wants a baby out of the deal and offers you such a huge amount of money? And that’s it? What’s his name? Do you even know who he is?” Emma bit her lip, trying to remember the name Aunt Jane had told her. “Yeah, I think his name is Ryan Miller.” Sonia’s jaw dropped. “Shut up! Ryan Miller? The Ryan fucking Miller?” “Do you know him or something?” Emma asked, curious of her response and Immediately, Sonia brought out her phone and googled Ryan Miller. "Let me show you who Ryan Miller is." She flashed Emma the search results: “Forbes 30 Under 30, richest man in New York?”

So, my hunch was right! "So her name is Rose, huh? I never knew..." Jeremy was proud of himself to see Mikhail squirm realizing that he had jumped the gun and exposed himself. "But I gather that Rose is the old man's great-granddaughter through his daughter, right? Even then...Jonathan Erling – what does he have on Alexander?" Jeremy was curious. Jonathan Erling –? the mysterious billionaire. He is said to be nearly ninety years old and as long as he is alive he's the fourth richest man on earth. Even when there is a recession or world war, his net worth will always make him the fourth richest.

His eyes locked on me immediately, reading everything I couldn’t say. He walked over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Glad you’ve finally come to your senses, little sister.” Silence exploded between all of us. Micah’s jaw dropped. Stacy’s eyes almost fell out of her head. “Little sister?” Micah croaked. “That’s Rafael Mendoza,” Stacy whispered. “The son of that billionaire business mogul we saw on TV last night.” Rafael gave me a gentle smile, that familiar smirk creeping onto his face.

Fifty million USD. The air left my lungs. "Fifty million?" "That’s the exit f*e for a Cruz who chickens out." Santiago stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me. "Does Eduardo have fifty million for a grandson who failed his only mission? Or perhaps you have it tucked away in your paint tubes?" "He didn't tell me." "He wouldn't. He wanted you trapped." Santiago took the paper back, his fingers brushing mine. I flinched. "So. Are we calling the lawyers? Or are you going back to your room?"

She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.

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."

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

Her skin was cold, smooth, like marble. "Open it." I unfolded the paper. The numbers blurred in front of my eyes for a moment before they came into focus. A long string of digits. A decimal point. Two zeros at the end. "One million dollars", she said, her voice calm, measured. "One million dollars, cash, tax-free, deposited into any account you want. The moment the baby is born." My heart stopped. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." She crossed her arms over her chest. "The baby is born. A DNA test is done. If the child is truly Marcus's — a Sterling — then the money is yours. And you walk away."