El Yerno Millonario 4257 Novels & Stories

He was already shrouded in the dark curtains of his business. He owned nearly 35% of Annomali Enterprise's shares, but many believed that the company would be just fine without him. Andrew wanted to change this perception. He detailed who Phillip Wellington was. A distant cousin from his mother's side, Keira, but driven by the desire for power because a Keira had married his father. Jackson William.

Mrs Bills asked and I shifted on my seat nervously. Mom turned to me and I gulped down nothing in my throat. " Is he the one? " She asked and I shook my head. " I don't know, but I think he is " I replied and I could see the couple confused. " He is " Mom stated firmly. " Is this a thing related to us?, 'cause I don't seem to understand a thing " Mr Bills finally talked. " Yeah, ... Here .... " Mom said, and gestured to Carl who handed over a tab to him and a video clip began playing.

I'm sorry for that ' he muttered looking sad ' Ohhh my gawd, I ain't just dating college most handsome dude but also the world most caring guy after richard' . ' Are you for real, you really wanna meet Richard?' ' No babe, not only Richard but your whole family ' ' well Julian, I don't have a large family. it's just Richard, Martha and off course Lucy, I do have a strong feeling she will soon a part of my family. sure she is like a big sister to me but i want to officially be known as Mrs Santiago, that what i actually meant ' ' well the way you sounded while talking about her means she will be lovely. I would also like to meet her and I hope today is the perfect day?'

"Here’s the deal, Miss Mercaez..." Holding her breath, she awaited his next words. "Bear my child." Her eyes widened in shock as the words sank in. "A-a child?" she stammered, unprepared for such a proposition. "Yes. Bear my child, and I’ll give you two million. Once you’ve given birth, you leave," he declared. Charity was speechless. Two million pesos? It was a fortune, but the price she had to pay was daunting. "Will I get the two million right away?" she asked cautiously.

"A...millionaire?" Elizabeth stepped forward and began running a finger slowly along his jawline, down his neck and over his shirt buttons. "A multi-millionaire," she corrected and began undoing his shirt buttons slowly as the news sunk in. Mike felt his mom's hands glide over his abs, up to his chest, stroking his hairs. "My baby's rich and...mmm, strong.” Mike closed his eyes and groaned. God that felt good. She began unbuckling his belt and pulled it out of his trousers in one long tug, casually dropping it to the floor. She put her face inches from his and whispered, "Say it, Mike."

“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?”

"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."

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.

Trevor was obviously so good at his job that he knew to keep the drinks coming. " So tell me, how did you find out?" Hot Mr Strange asked. " Well," I began. " We were supposed to be married in few months, two to be precise, and I was just returning from a visit at my mom's place tonight when I met my supposedly fiance shamelessly fucking no other person, not even his ex or the city's harlot, I'd be okay with that if it were them, but it was my only best friend," I said. The thought about this again saddened me.

their eyes met, Demetrio breathed, trying to control the excitement of seeing her again, even though it had only been a day, he missed her and a lot. "Can we talk, Evangelina?" he asked, and everyone's mouth fell open, even Evangelina's horrible aunt, who couldn't believe that a man as handsome and millionaire as Demetrio Laurenti was there. "Are you Demetrio Laurenti?" asked Eva's cousin in amazement. There was no one who didn't know him, he was the man who had created the most apps, and he was also the heir to a fortune. "Yes, nice to meet you," he smiled and greeted everyone pleasantly.