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The poor guy was giving an assuring smile to Krishika but little did he know how fatal this smile was going to be for him. To know more, stay connected with the story," My Husband Is A Billionaire Son-in-law" *********************************** Like, share and vote.

“Mr. Billionaire has successfully snatched my best friend.” “I have no complaints.” Gemini quips around a mouthful of food. “ “Mr. Billionaire” might just be the best cook ever. These eggs are delicious.” “Thank you. Enjoy it while it lasts. I’m only cooking because of my beautiful wife.” He presses another kiss to my hair and I have to stop myself from preening. “And my favourite Aunt, of course.” Aunt Elena gives him a warm smile, indicating that whatever bad blood laid between them has been resolved.

The contract? The fake engagement and the two million dollars and the way my life had been rewritten in a single night? I couldn’t dump all of that on him while he was still hooked up to machines. “Someone helped me,” I said carefully. “A… powerful person. You’re safe now, Eli. That’s what matters. The debt’s being handled.” He didn’t fully buy it. I could see the doubt in his tired eyes, but he was too exhausted to push. “Doesn’t sound like the whole story.”

"It… settled its obligation.” Elena extended her hand towards his. "Since we settled ours.” Javier lifted an eyebrow. "Can someone explain why my restaurant appears renovated and why my daughter looks like she battled the devil and came out victorious?” Rosa let out a snort. "It’s a tale, Tío. Begins with a billionaire jerk and finishes with us erasing reality.” Javier gazed at me. I returned his look. We both burst into laughter—fractured flawless laughter that brightened the space like rays of sun.

One week later, he'd checked his bank account and found two hundred thousand dollars deposited from an offshore account he'd never opened. Blood money. He hadn't touched it. Not one cent. Instead, he'd withdrawn his actual savings, the twelve thousand he'd saved legitimately, bought a one-way ticket to Portugal, and disappeared. Present Day - 11:34 PM Elias sat in his small apartment above a laundromat with his laptop open. He'd been following the case for months, ever since Nathan Pierce's first article hit the New York Times. "Billionaire's Secret Daughter: The IVF Scandal That Shook Manhattan."

he asked, “I should surrender to your boyfriend so he thinks he has succeeded in making a fool out of me?” “No, that is not what I am saying.” She began but Hermes interfered before she could finish. “You would have me surrender to a man that obviously wants my head on a spike.” He said, “You are working with him already, having him parade around as the father of my grandchild.” “I know Rafael is not the father of my baby.” Athena voiced out, “He couldn’t possibly be, especially not after what you did to him. Do you not see how fucked up that is?”

"The young, handsome millionaire with a kind heart. The art major... This can't be true." "Love, billionaire. I'm a billionaire. And I don't have a soft heart. It is an angry thing that wants to taste everything. Look at everything and feel everything. Its love isn't gentle either. It's all too much and very scary. But it hasn't rung since Santorini, so I think I left it with you." "You don't know how old I am, do you? I am a lot too old for you. I am four times older than you."

“You can't be serious. What about our plan? What about our son? What about the two of us?” “Our plan is no longer ours, it's just yours. I have enough money to keep my "luxuries", Cristina. You've always known that, but greed has led you to where you are today. Our son will have all his rights and you and I never existed. We were good lovers, I loved you, but I don't want to live a life of lies with someone like you. I'm getting on with my life, just as you've gotten on with yours since you met Mikhail.”

It's really not fair on my part because I already know him, but I answer anyway. -None. I don't need to know your name. He studies me for a few beats before answering with just a brief nod. As soon as the doors open on my bedroom floor, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the elevator, and I think I've reached the point of the night where shit is getting real. Equal amounts of apprehension and anticipation course through me as he growls, -Which room? Oh God. What am I doing? Oh wait, that's right. I'm about to have a one-night stand with a billionaire. Get in the game, Gwen . You can do this .