El Yerno Millonario 4257 Novels & Stories

The next few months were a ridiculous one-woman show. Enzo visited every two weeks, playing the part of the ‘devoted husband.’ But his gifts gave him away. For me, it was cheap vitamins from a corner store. For her, I saw on the family’s hidden ledgers, it was millions. Enough to buy a small arsenal. Its destination? A secret Swiss account belonging to Eliana, of course. It was clear. Just like last time. Eliana was having severe complications with her pregnancy. She was weakening fast.

another middle-aged woman, who was tall and thin, agreed. This woman was Jordan Belfi. Her serious-looking husband, Diego Spader, stood beside her. Jordan surveyed the ward and whispered, "Jane, this seems to be a luxury ward. It must be expensive to stay here for one night." Diego nudged her with his arm. "She's a big celebrity now. Money shouldn't be an issue." "You're right," Jordan quickly agreed. Vivian chimed in, "I always knew Jane was destined for greatness. And now that she's successful, she won't forget her family."

Love was one of the fairy tales Laura had stopped believing in. She was rich, independent, and influential. She didn't feel the need of having a man in her life. But things changed when she met a charming billionaire. He was everything she had wished for. Laura was now wrestling with her wild desires as she tried to contain her emotions and keep a tough persona as an independent lady. See how the story unfolds in Laura's journey of love.

"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."

We’d lived like flatmates all these years, only they didn’t contribute to the rent. I sat cross-legged on a worn chair, chewing my leftover dried pancake. My eyes were glued to the TV in front of me as I aimlessly flipped through channels until I stopped at a news report. At least the news kept it real no fake smile, just cold truth. The picture was blurry, but the headline was loud and clear. “Billionaire Kelvin Edwards offers $1,000,000 for any information on his missing pregnant wife.” I coughed, choking on my pancake. “Huh?!”

"Rosa Castellano. Fifty-two. Works as a night nurse at Millbrook General. Took out a second mortgage three years ago. Currently fourteen thousand dollars behind on payments." "How do you—" "I know everything about you, Elena. I've known about you for exactly eighteen hours, and in that time, I've learned that your mother is drowning in debt, your town is dying because the mill closed, and you're one bad month away from losing everything." He tilted his head. "So let's not pretend you're going to walk away from three billion dollars out of pride." Elena's hands shook. She put them in her lap so he wouldn't see.