El Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3214 Completo Novels & Stories

Or else it would go on forever. "What payback do I get for my motherhood troubles huh? You IGNORE my calls to travel to that filthy city of trouble makers called Vegas." "You ABANDON your job and lovely fiance back here, for WHAT???" Fiance? Sacha found herself wanting to scoff as she thought of that millionaire douche bag CEO Peter. The one that her mother seemed to still be trying to get her hitched to. "I demand that you return back home by tonight, or else your little friend will pay." At hearing this threat, Sacha`s eyes immediately widened,

Miko couldn’t continue what he was going to say when Iya slapped his face so hard. “Are you out of your mind? Did you even hear yourself?” she exclaimed loudly. “How can you be so sure that I will allow myself to be your mistress? You, jackass!” “Y-you’re really breaking up with me?” She looks at him with a straight face. “What do you think? I will not allow my daughter to see a father who doesn’t have the balls to fight for her!” She quickly closes the door even though she knows that he’s blocking the way. “We’re over—”

Nearly as if he were accusing me of the sneak attack, his eyes widened, but then he began to eat. I rubbed his under-chin with a "See" grin. It is excellent. The other half began to shoot out of his mouth and drip down his chin as soon as I finished speaking. I chuckled. He was the most priceless thing ever, my goodness. But as soon as I had that thought, I felt depressed. His father would never be aware of his uniqueness. The latest conundrum is whether or not to visit home. Nobody at home was aware that I was pregnant and had given birth.

I smiled at her. "Honey, excuse us, please. Let me handle this." Mr kings patted her back, and she hissed before leaving. “Nine months ago, I met your first son in a bar and I ended up in a coma with a baby in me for your second son but the media is saying Creed and I were secret lovers.” I divulged. “I am not here to listen to your childish rants. You obviously want something from me.” I grinned at him. “You are a smart old man. I want a thousand grand. Wire it to your son’s account. He deserves a wedding present from his father, doesn’t he?”

He says, a sick smile on his face "I am not hungry, Alvarez. Where am I? Where are you taking me?" I ask, my anger evident in my voice "We have a reunion to catch up on, but first, there a re a few documents you must sign. You see, I am currently very low on cash, and the only money available right now, is the one your stupid dead parents left for you, as well as the money from the empire I stand to make once I get rid of Santiago, and you sign the relevant documents" He says

“I am trying to figure it out, Emmy. Huracio did a lot of things. A lot of things. Like when he surprised me with diner in bed. How he stayed up all night when I was sick, how he made sure I had everything I needed before I even asked for them. He bought me a house and gave me a honeymoon in Milan. He gives me 5 million every month as pocket money ….” “What did you say?” Emilia blinked at me, looking shocked. “I said…” “Your monthly allowance is 5 million? Did I hear wrong? Is that what you said?” Yes.” “You have that much money?” “yes.” “How long have you been married?” she started counting her fingers, while I watched in bewilderment.

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.”

“It won’t. You’re done here. Whatever fantasy you had about Jaxon ends now.” She reaches into her purse. She pulls out a checkbook. “I’m giving you one chance,” she says, flipping it open. “Take the money. Leave New York. Today.” My voice shakes. “I don’t want your money.” “You will,” she says coldly. “Everyone does.” She writes something—fast, practiced—and tears the check out. This time, it had two hundred thousand dollars written on it. She holds it toward me. “You will disappear,” she says. “And you will not contact my son again.”

Fifty million USD. The air left my lungs. "Fifty million?" "That’s the exit f*e for a Cruz who chickens out." Santiago stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me. "Does Eduardo have fifty million for a grandson who failed his only mission? Or perhaps you have it tucked away in your paint tubes?" "He didn't tell me." "He wouldn't. He wanted you trapped." Santiago took the paper back, his fingers brushing mine. I flinched. "So. Are we calling the lawyers? Or are you going back to your room?"