Novel & Cerita El Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3645

"Will you have to carry me over your shoulder?" Grayson's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and love. "I had this vision, Ava. A dream of a family vacation in Santorini. All of us together. A romantic candlelit ceremony on the beach, with my ring adorning your finger. Kapari. Our honeymoon on a luxurious yacht..." “But there’s no mention of your bite at my throat, is there? If I were any other woman, that would be your dream.” Her lip trembled.

In the old Brooklyn apartment. Standing in the doorway. Waving goodbye to Mrs. Alvarez. The timestamp: 2026. Elena’s heart stopped. The voice spoke again. “I have more. Much more. The next demand is thirty million. And I want the name. Legally. Alexander Voss Jr. On the family tree. On the will. On everything. Or tomorrow morning the world sees what Nia knew. And what she hid.” The line went dead. Elena stared at the photo. Her youngest daughter.

He blabbed shocking everyone. “Oh yeah, I have and I guess you met my granddaughter?" He asked amused. “I wish I had, I would have made my son marry her, not this gold digger." He insulted. “He's married to her already," Abuelo said. “Excuse me, what?" He asked. “Zöella here is my granddaughter and only heir to my empire. And I'm glad she found a real man, not someone who wanted her money." He added as everyone starred at her shocked.

Mr Miller said, coughing slightly before continuing. "Mump is what you meant to say right," Xander muttered bitterly more to himself than to his father but forgets his father had sharp ears. "Ya dummy, shit, I'm getting too old for all this crap pile of shit," Mr. Miller said, heading to the window to take a deep breath. "You are going to get engaged to Araceli Garcia, we are going to make a joint wealth scheme, and become the most powerful family in the business world, the Azariahs wouldn't even come close." Mr. Miller said, while staring into the vast field of flowers smiling to himself.

"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."

Gwen Karas, and tonight is my wedding night, or perhaps to be more accurate, my wedding morning, as it's New Year's Day in Nevada right now too. I look at the man sitting across from me. Creighton Karas. I just married a billionaire. According to the prenuptial agreement I read on the plane during our flight, it made it very clear that those billions are largely to remain his, regardless of the outcome of our marriage. And if things fall apart, I'll have to consult Section 39, subsections (a) to (zz), which lists possible causes of "dissolution" and the accompanying formula, and calculate what I'm going to take away from this union.

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.

“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.

"If you want to go to see your late father's family, son, you can go to Rome. I give you the address." "Okay, Auntie." Luciano immediately wiped away his frustrating tears. "And I have a little money for your travel, kid. Not much, but I hope it can help." Aunt Valentina opened a worn-out storage box and took out a few pieces of banknotes. Luciano accepted it gratefully. "I will repay Auntie's kindness one day. I promise." Aunt Valentina smiled and shook her head. "You don't have to repay anything, kid. Live happily from now on."

Vivian's countenance altered slightly, and she hastily uttered, "Jane, I was momentarily confused at that time, please do not take it to heart..." "But I have taken it to heart," Jane interjected. She glanced at the other three individuals and declared, "I am aware of the reason for your visit, but allow me to clarify that no matter how affluent I become, it has no connection to you. Do not harbor any thoughts about me!" "Jane, what are you saying? Without this family, would you be where you are today?" Diego expressed his displeasure. Jane replied coldly, "I should express gratitude to Joe's father for where I am today, not you."