El Yerno Millonario 4098 Novels & Stories

“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,

After ticking out everything that could actually be wrong with the city's billionaire, I had to admit he was far off better than what I had initially thought about him. In a way I knew what life would be for me being the wife of a billionaire, maids around willing to do everything at my back and call, the regular paparazzi and so many other events I could picture myself having. It felt like the perfect dream as luxury was on every girl's dream list. "What are you thinking about?" Mother asked liked she didn't already know it was all about the Trevor's I was a deep thinker and little things mattered and worth thinking of. "You know." I could only bring myself to say two words out of the thou

my MIA father used to tell me. I didn't want to admit it, but, the asshole was right. Especially now that I'd been exposing myself to the rest of the world, pushing myself out of my comfort zone, as per my mother's aspirations. In her eyes, her one and only son deserved more than what I thought I did. "You told Mamma?" I looked at Ricchar. "She just found out. Santiago called us this afternoon." "The countess. Right?" Ricchar nodded. "That woman's somethin' else." He whistled and unzipped the front of his tracksuit. His laurel green shirt underneath emphasized the color of his eyes. "25 million. Upfront."

I asked him because I knew we didn’t come here for the food. “The money you get is worth $ 400,000 or 20,069,000.00 Philippine pesos,” Adrastos said, that made my jaw drop. How many zeros are there? So many! Am I rich? Mom and Dad are going to be happy! They can now buy the car that dad wants. “Is that true? Is all of that are mine? Are you sure you’re not trying to make a joke? Will you hand it over to me?” I almost ran out of breath after asking a series of questions.

"Didn’t you already bid on the wrong item? Where will you get that much money?" "Well..." Eden stretched her response, pointing at Alain with a grin. "He’s rich." Alain smiled and added, "That’s right. Bid as much as you want. I’m rich." Horace fumed, "You madmen!" He went back into his room, barely holding back laughter. Next door, Terry’s eyes narrowed as he called out, "25 trillion." The Millers bid 30 trillion. The Johnsons raised their bid to 31 trillion. Eden responded with, "50 trillion."

And now, decades later, Sergio found himself in an uneasy position—standing on shaky ground, worrying that a pink slip could come at any moment and crush his family under the weight of their $4,500 monthly mortgage. A few days ago, Ricardo and Martina had managed to track down Alfonso. To everyone’s shock, he was apparently wealthy beyond their imagination. They had returned home that day with an astounding $450,000 in cash—just like that. They had heard rumors that Alfonso’s in-laws, the James family, lived in a luxurious villa in the heart of New York City, and that Alfonso himself owned properties worth millions. On top of that, he was running a company?

My mind went blank when I saw Ian Cabello's signature on the purchase record. I quickly ran into his study to demand an explanation but, when I was about to push the door open, I overheard the conversation inside. "Signorino Ian, the bank just informed us that Miss Salvatore tried to withdraw money, but the bank stopped the transaction." The man speaking was Ian's right-hand man, and my hand froze at the door handle when I heard his words. "Good." Ian sighed. "Lucy has always been sensitive because she lost her parents at a young age. Hopefully, the properties I purchased for her will give her a sense of security. It should be a token of Hailey's sincerity as well."

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"

she greeted and smiled carefully at the beautiful lady. She smiled at her. "So, you're Tallulah Lopez, right? Since, you're here it means, you accepted our offers to be my son's personal caregiver," she began. "Alright, hija, sit down." Her calm voice in her ear was so good that it slightly reduced the nervousness she felt. She sat on the opposite side. "By the way, I'm Donna Ramirez and you can call me Madam." She smiled. "So, while we're waiting for my son to arrive, we can now discuss your responsibility and your salary."

"Thinking of pleasing Madam Guzman and trying to get a share of the family fortune? Dream on!" Elliott also realized this, and his impression of Abigail worsened. He had already given her sixty million, yet she was still not satisfied, like a hungry wolf always looking for more, never satisfied! Marlene didn't expect that the phone had a password, it must have been set by that damn girl! After unlocking with Madam Guzman's fingers, she opened the page and found that the program inside was simple and easy to use. She didn't expect the knockoff phone to work so well.