El Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3012 Completo Novels & Stories

"Tatiana. It's one of Anastasia's favorite restaurants. Personally, I think it's a bit of an exaggeration to say this, but she insists on going there every time we're in town.” As they walked to the elevator, Gwen recalled how much cocaine Anastasia had snorted the night before. “Oh, do they come to Miami often?” “Um, their eldest son is in culinary school here and they just had a baby. For a while, she flew once a week. Maksim got tired of all the money she was spending on hotels, so he bought his son a big house with a room for them. stay when they come to visit.” “So is that where they are?” Gwen wasn't sure what she wanted to know, but she couldn't help but ask for more information.

Liam's mom yelled. I just sat frozen in my plush chair. "Are you drunk, Papa?" Barbara asked with a bored expression. "Just what are you reading, Toberto?" Patricia asked in an exasperated, childish tone. "I'm not drunk, and what you just heard was indeed written and signed by me." "What nonsense! You will not give everything that I have worked for to this ignorant child that cut off from her family to go marry some fool!” Uncle yelled. “She’s no child! She is my granddaughter, the FIRST LEGITIMATE granddaughter of Henry Hernandez! And she will run my assets,” Papa growled out in anger, his tone final.

Amber doesn't seem to see my pain, she's grumpy. “It is because you are my daughter that I give you this opportunity. Although Marcus Johansen is a bad guy, he is a billionaire and the CEO of Citus. With your rubbish drawings, you won't be able to meet a man like that no matter how hard you work. Ernesta, this is what you owed Eulalia, it's only natural that you pay it now." “I owe Eulalia? What do I owe her? From childhood to adulthood, she was superior to me in everything, even the only cookie in the box you give her. What do I owe her?"

Sandra feigned hesitation. “Oh, dear, don’t be like that. Consider us family already! Remember, you’ll soon be Mrs. Alcantara,” Veronica assured her. “It’s just that it’s a big amount, Mommy. I was hoping to borrow it, but I promise to pay it back once I start working again after giving birth.” “How much are we talking about, dear?” “100 million, Mommy,” Sandra said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And where’s my granddaughter? I’m eager to see how much her belly has grown because she’s already pregnant, isn’t she? I can’t put up with the idea you gave us the money we needed to save the company and my dear Cameron hasn’t been able to conceive.” Diego looked at Mr. Mendez like he was trying to see in him the backup he was needing. Mr. Mendez just nodded a little. Mr. Milan’s smile erased little by little when he noticed the man beside Diego and Diego where speaking in code. “Diego, what’s going on?” Mr. Milan asked a little impatient. “There’s something you want to talk to me.” Diego sighed. “Mr. Milan, there’s something you have to know about your granddaughter.”

“And it’s not even durable. It burned.” “It’s just non-stick. It never said it couldn’t burn, Solana. Don’t be so naive.” She pouted. “I’ll just pay it in installments,” she muttered, unable to look at his handsome face. “In installments?” They both turned toward the voice. It was Lazaro. The old billionaire stood at the doorway, holding his cane. He was Zent’s grandfather—the only person who had accepted Solana since discovering she was pregnant. “G-Grandfather,” she said as she quickly approached him and took his hand in respect.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me. The man, who was now wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, continued. "Enersto is the son of a close friend of ours. This is my daughter, Emilia. She’s only twelve. Enersto offered to tutor her for free, to help improve her studies. At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. After all, we’re family. It would be a great help for my girl. But one day, I came home early and found his hand ... down there. She was in a state of shock, and I was horrified. Thankfully, that was the extent of it. He didn’t go any further, but the thought of what could have happened chills me to my core."

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

“You set me up.” She bent down and picked up the paper I had dropped earlier. My heart stopped. “Give that back,” I said, reaching for it. She stepped away and handed it to Marcus instead. “Woww…Look at this,” she said sweetly. “She’s pregnant.” What?“ He snatched the report from her, his eyes scanning it. Then he glanced at me. “You whore!“ His hand connected to my face in a sharp and stinging slap. The slap knocked me to the floor. Pain exploded across my cheek as I hit the marble hard, my side screaming in protest.

“He is not stupid Maria, the resemblance is clear and how are you going to prevent them from seeing each other?” “So what do you want me to do?” I let out a dry laugh. “Walk up to him and say hi, you do not remember me but I'm the girl from the club you had sex with for money five years ago and this is Nicole your daughter, I know you said you are infertile but miracles happen. Is that what you want me to do?” “Not the way you put it but yes.” “Come on Emily, I'm being serious ,and stop pacing around, you are making me nauseous.”