El Yerno Millonario 4453 Novels & Stories

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.

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."

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

“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,

“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 added, stretching his phone towards me. I shot him a suspicious glance, disbelief written all over my face as I took the phone from him. My eyes widened as the video played, and slowly, the memories began to resurface. After leaving Derek's apartment, I had gone to a bar to drown my sorrows, and that’s when I met this strange man. No, he wasn't just some stranger. He was Marley Fernandez, the older brother of Diego Fernandez. "To put it simply," he began, taking the phone from me and slipping it back into his pocket. "You agreed to marry Diego in exchange for twenty billion dollars. We made a deal to ruin him completely," he added, pulling out a piece of paper.

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…”