El Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3012 Completo Novels & Stories

I saw that he had signed a cheque, and he immediately came to me. “What does this mean?!” I asked as he handed the check to me. “60 Million dollars, Mister Suarez, give me back my daughter.” “You're crazy,” I said. I turned my back on him, but he immediately turned to face him. I struggled, but unfortunately the mask I was wearing came off. “Mister Wills!” I said. “I was not wrong in my guess as to who you really are, Eldifonso Suarez! You are that man, Eldifonso Madrigal.”

Her gaze fell to the envelope on the floor, then back to him. “Enough,” Everett snapped. She flinched as if he had struck her. He pointed at the envelope. “Take the money. Sign the NDA inside. And leave. Is that so hard to understand?” “NDA?” Arabella whispered, her entire body trembling. This could not be what she thought it was. “What are you saying?” she cried. “We’re married! We’re having a baby together! Where is my baby?!” “Our baby, actually,” Lilian corrected smoothly, her smile sharp and cruel. She stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating. “Not yours. Ours. Mine and Everett’s.”

"Room 3, fifteen million." Abigail pressed the price increase button again. Marisa looked at her thin and beautiful hand, and was taken aback, "Abby, are you still following?" The total price had reached 90 million... Even if she made six Heart Tonic Pills and sold them, she would only get back 60 million, and she would lose 30 million! At this time, Ronan's cell phone rang. It was Jaeden Shea who took care of his grandpa. "Mr. Lucero, it's bad! After Sir Lucero had the soup sent by Ms. Baldwin, he suddenly had a high fever. The doctor said that Sir Lucero's condition has deteriorated again, and he is still being rescued... Hurry up and come over!"

Hernán was the only friend he had left at that time. The next day Roberto, with the data that his wife had managed to obtain, and the help of a friend who managed the internet perfectly, was able to find out who Mason Keast was talking about, his eyes lit up when he realized that there were some exclusive photos from a newspaper designed only for people of high society. where Sara's simple marriage to Mason could be appreciated, this confirmed that her ex-girlfriend had married a billionaire and of course she would have a lot of money, she had to agree with Sara's evil mother to carry out a plan and be able to take very good advantage of this.

is he like those usual grandparents in dramas that are cunning, strict, and purely think only of inheritance and family name. “He is your father’s father, his name is Don Victorio Alvares Villaflor III and he is the 3rd richest man in the business world. He is living in one of his mansions in Canada, in the main mansion. He visits once a week and checks everything here in Sky Mansion. He- He is an authoritarian but he is a loving person Milady.” Beth said as I gasp. Seriously, how rich are the Villaflors really? “Oh! I see, I- I’m a little nervous of meeting him then.” I said.

she added, emphasizing the last words in a way that made Michella raise an eyebrow. Michella tightened her grip on her bag. Her gaze drifted toward Zayne. “Your husband… not bad.” “What exactly do you mean by that?” “Do you want the honest answer or a lie?” Elmy rubbed her forehead. “Stay away from me.” Her eyes sharpened. “And my family. If all you want is money, I can give you as much as you want.” Elmy’s words sounded arrogant—and it only made Michella want to push her further. “Your father’s going bankrupt. Where are you getting that money from?”

"She played us, Jade. She let me think I was fighting my father for control of the New York throne while she sat in London, quietly drawing down the liquidity through the old 2006 handshake codes." He leaned closer, his face dipping into her immediate space until his hot, ragged breath fanned her cheek. His eyes were wild, dark, and consumed by an intense, possessive desperation. The savage, territorial hunter inside him was fully uncoiled now, his instincts demanding that he wrap his arms around her waist, pull her against his chest, and drag her out of this subterranean tomb before his family’s multi-layered rot could stain her completely.

“Is it Yulian?” “Yes, my grandson Yulian and his wife.” “Wife eh? Is she?” He leaned closer to the old man and murmured something incomprehensible before settling his eyes in my direction. “Aren’t you a lovely young lady? I am happy to meet this young man’s wife.” He took my hand to his giving both a good squeeze. “And this is my daughter Corrine.” I smiled greeting them. “It is nice to see you both, I’m Eliza Zorya.” I turned to my side to look at Yulian’s face who only gave me an approving nod.

“Even if I am, don’t invalidate my reason. I am an heiress and you’re just a nobody. I don’t know where you got the idea of me being pregnant, but unfortunately that is not that case. Why? Are you excited that getting me pregnant can make you part of a billionaire family? Jokes on you, but that will never happen.” “I didn’t realize how selfish you are until now. You really are a brat. No wonder why you’re the black sheep of the family.” He walked away and left me.

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.”