El Yerno Millonario 4453 Novels & Stories

Making sure I understand them correctly. The firstborn child of Adrian Cross. That's Ezra. My baby. My son sleeping upstairs. My hands start shaking harder. The paper crinkles in my grip. Forty-seven million. One hundred fifty-six million. Two hundred three million. I do the math in my head. Over four hundred million dollars. Ezra is supposed to inherit over four hundred million dollars. And nobody told me. Not Adrian. Not his parents. Not a single person in this entire family mentioned this.

"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."

There was a longing in his eyes as she spoke, "He's so adorable. I'm going to join them at the zoo tomorrow." "Mom.. don't interrupt my date with my nephew," Sierra interjected. "I wouldn't interfere with your date if it was a date..a real date." Sierra rolled her eyes, "Oh God, you're at it again." Abella Sanchez laughed and then introduced me to the middle-aged couple who had been with them. They were the Faderick family: Shane Fadercik and Yelena Faderick—one of New York's billionaire families. "This is my daughter-in-law, Isabella Sanchez." Abella Sanchez said, which almost made my heart fall to the floor.

She closed her eyes, trying to find some comfort in the silence of their living room. “Ruby, I forgot to ask, what’s his name” Naomi asked out of curiosity cutting through Ruby’s thought “Stephan Rodriguez” Ruby replied nonchalantly “Hold on, Ruby please tell me your Stephan isn’t the same Stephan the popular business mogul,” Naomi asked “Well from what I found out, he is the same person, the heir to the Grand Empire” Ruby replied Naomi took out her phone and quickly typed in “Stephan Rodriguez” turning her phone to Ruby “Is this your mystery man” Naomi asked showing Ruby a picture of Stephan from the internet

"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.

“Ten million. Cash. No police. No lawyers. No press release this time. You wire it to the account I send tomorrow. Or tomorrow night every major blog in Nigeria and the US gets the full file dump. Billionaire Alexander Voss Bought Silence From His Baby Mama. Imagine the headlines. Imagine what it does to Theo’s book sales. To Nia’s patients. To Kai’s career. To Amara’s academy.” Elena closed her eyes. “You won’t do it,” she said. “You’d destroy yourself too.” Another cough. Wet. Painful. “I’m already destroyed. I have nothing left to lose. You still have everything.” The line went dead. Elena sat on the kitchen floor, broken teacup beside her, phone hot in her hand. She didn’t cry. She didn’

“That, my dear, is of no concern to you. If you must know it, then do something about your husband so he can tell you what it is. Your only concern is to get me what I want. You have one hour to make the transfer to the account, honey. Tick-tock, Eleanor. The clock is ticking. And one more thing, baby… you have to make sure no one else knows about this.” With a final click, the line went dead, so that the phone was a dead weight in Eleanor's hand. She looked up at Jenny, her face twisted into a mask of terror. “She wants forty-five million dollars,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “She has Damian… and my sister and her son… and she wants forty-five million dollars for them.” Jenny's

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

He spotted a hint of reverence in Madam York’s eyes. Something was wrong. Unfortunately, no matter what Andrius asked, Madam York replied the same thing: no problem, they got the money, nothing was wrong, etc. Andrius realized that the visit could no longer continue. He looked at Noir and Sonia before he left Madam York with a few words of concern and left for the fourth house. The fourth house door was opened. Before he stepped inside, Andrius heard a conversation going on inside. “Please, give me the million dollars! My son is dead and I’m old. I have no source of income left. I need the money to cure my partner’s condition. Please…”

His father’s wealth was nothing compared to the one hundred million euro reward Alejandro had offered. If Alejandro controlled Mexico, Italy, the Philippines, and select nations, then that money was nothing more than pocket change to him. Compared to the meager allowance his father gave him, Alejandro’s offer shone like gold. Seven billion pesos—if he could be the one to reveal Erin’s location. A plan began to take root in Brian’s mind. In the next room, his father and sister were torturing the woman, savoring her screams. He heard each cry echoing through the walls. His father and Bridgette wanted her to suffer, wanted her to break.