Novel & Cerita El Yerno Millonario 4098

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 Instead, he'd withdrawn his actual savings, the twelve thousand he'd saved legitimately, bought a one-way ticket to Portugal, and disappeared.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."

“That’s why you’re going to get me pregnant?” He nodded. “I’m going to give you a big belly tonight,” he said. “How many kids do you want this time? Last time there were three at once, and now how many do you want?” I smiled excitedly and raised my hand, showing four raised fingers. “Oh, four is much better than three.” I nodded with a happy smile. “Four is much better than three,” I laughed. “Oh, baby. So get ready; we have a long night tonight.” He smiled mischievously and kissed me again.

Then the light turned green, and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a small, sterile room filled with monitors still humming faintly on backup power. A single terminal blinked with an open message. WELCOME BACK, SUBJECT E-01. Isabella’s breath caught. “It recognizes me…” She approached the terminal and hesitated before typing: ACCESS FILES. The screen responded: AUTHORIZED. DISPLAYING PERSONAL RECORD. Alexander came closer. Together they read: > SUBJECT: ECHELON-01 Genetic model optimized for memory transfer and adaptive cognition. Host origin: Classified.

It was a man's low voice. “If you want to see your son alive again,” he said, “do exactly what I say.” Her throat locked. “Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t touch him.” “Shut up and listen,” the man snapped. “You don’t tell the cops, you don’t tell your little billionaire husband. You wait and I’ll text you where to go.” “Wait...wait, please let me hear him again.” “Next time you hear him, it’ll be to say goodbye if you mess this up.”

… At the Eno Family Mansion The small family of four gathered and enjoyed a sumptuous lunch. Mayor Lown did not join the luncheon because he still has other engagements. After all, this is a shotgun wedding that Chase brought up out of nowhere. Elder Eno, also known as Gregory Eno, the richest man in the country, is humbly peeling shrimp shells for his great-grandson and granddaughter-in-law. The perfectly peeled shrimps will go to Eon and Rui, and the rejects will go to Chase. Chase, childishly competed with his grandfather so the mother and son's plates were filled with all kinds of dishes that they cannot finish.

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

I was startled at the number on it. It was a two-million-dollar cheque. Never in my life have I seen so much money. He said, "I need you to get rid of the baby." My pupils expanded. How come? I muttered. I'm not even sure whether it was the quantity of money he was giving or his remarks that made me uneasy. "Come on, you don't think someone my calibre would be married to someone like you and have a child, do you?" He said. It resembled yet another blow to the face.

" His dad proudly said. At the same moment, Ella Mila and Kathy were chatting with each other, while taking occasional sips of wine. "I'm so glad grandpa finally collaborated with the Danvers, now our family will be the 4th richest in the city in just mere months. " Kathy enthusiastically said. "True that, I bet mom and dad are going to increase our monthly allowances…. now that our family is going to be earning billions every year." Mila said, nonchalantly sipping on her drink.

They only thought of a single child but all the four implants grew and developed. Now four kids, at a time. It's a blessing that he has four grandchildren at a time. They would grow up at once and together, filling their hearts with so much love and fulfilment. Louis wanted to greet his father when he glanced at him. He saw him staring at the boys with so much love in his eyes. He was smiling and didn't even notice that Louis was staring. "You are a lucky man, Louis. We planned for one, but we got four. Both you and Pamela have such good genes and your fertility rate is really high" Ellis chimed.

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.