El Yerno Millonario 4257 Novels & Stories

Crowe continued, “if that recording found its way to a federal investigator. Conspiracy, coercion… even if he walks, the stink never leaves. Your fairy tale becomes a scandal. Your daughter’s name is mud.” He had a weapon. A real one. “The offer stands, Sierra. Five million. Wire transfer. By 5 PM today. Or the first piece drops at 6.” He turned to leave. “Enjoy the orchids.” He melted back into the greenery. I stood there, trembling, the sickly sweet air choking me. Louis’s voice was granite. “Come home, Sierra. Now. We have work to do.” I walked out of the greenhouse on numb legs. Anna materialized beside me, guiding me to the car.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

She pulled out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper. As she opened the letter, a small silver key with a unique number engraved on it slid out and fell into her lap. Elena ignored the key for a moment and began to read the neat, handwritten words on the page: > Dear Elena, > My name is Mr. Bill, and I was your father’s loyal lawyer and friend. If you are reading this, it means Callum Carnegie has passed away, and you are in great danger from his family. > They want to steal your birthright. Your father never forgot you. Inside this letter are the codes to private vault 402 at the Central Heritage Bank. Enclosed is the key. Inside that vault is the final truth, the absolute proof that you

I know I shouldn't be saying this in my state but this man is gorgeous, and, aside from the fact that he was handsome, he also had this look of arrogance as he glanced at his watch every second like he had no time to waste here. He walked in slowly and stood behind the door. "Who..who are you?" I asked awakening myself from the lustful thoughts I have of him already. He took a glance at the paper in his hands and then moved closer to me. "Hazel Carter..." He called, his voice sounding so deep. I listened attentively and waited for him to complete his sentence. "I am here to propose a deal. I'll pay all the expenses for your surgery, and give you an additional five hundred thousand dollars if

Mark asked Jenny. Jenny bowed in front of her cousin. This is the son of her Uncle Mauro and Aunt Diana. She is only a few months older than the young man, and this is what she teases when she wants to do something. “Did you know that brother Zion has a girl?” Mark frowned and suddenly became interested. “Really? Who?” Smiling, Jenny extended her right palm in front of Mark. “One million pesos.” Mark sighed and shook his head. Sometimes, he thinks that her family is suffering. It’s just that she doesn’t miss every chance where she can earn money. He has to make a bet with Jenny again, and their bet is her brother’s life.

"Oh, yes this is...Damian Lions and this little one...Aleena my daughter!" "A-Your daughter? and husband, you?" Mr Alberto looked surprised. *****

she whispered when she could speak again, and sealed it with a kiss. Behind the backdrop of the happy wedding ceremony, an old female uninvited guest was looking at the newly double-wed couple crying, saying to her heart, “I’m very sorry my triplets, my children, my life secrets will be buried with me. Once, I was an heir of a Billionaire Mafia Boss Emilio Bernardino, but, I chose to hide and live freely. Rocky Ace de Luna, Craig Gomez, and Montero Villar brought Anya to Italy. Where is Anya now?” XXX

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.

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”