El Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

I complain. EJ spun around and looked at me. He grinned. "Ten Million is just your coin, Sir." said the young man. I frowned. "I'm not a millionaire." "No, because you're a billionaire!" EJ's words made me want to roll my eyes. "My salary in National Geography is not that big. It's impossible to be the billionaire you're talking about," I answered. "So don't brain me." The man turned and went inside the Employee's Room. I still followed. EJ was mumbling but all I understood from what he said was "family" and "filthy rich".

“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.

He didn’t reach for her, but the demand in his posture was absolute. “That ends today, Vivian,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “I lost ten years. I won’t lose another minute. You will tell him the truth, and I will be his father. You may have the land, but you don't own the right to keep my son from me. I will fight you with every resource I have until I get my family back.” Vivian stared into the eyes that mirrored her son’s, recognizing the determined, unyielding man she once loved. This wasn't the fleeting summer lover; this was Elias Thorne, the architect of global deals, and he had just made her his new, non-negotiable objective.

“The name. The legacy. The money. Ten million was the starting point. Now it’s twenty. And I want acknowledgment. A public statement. Alexander Voss Jr., son of Alexander Voss and Mark. I want the world to know I exist. I want the family to know I exist. Or tomorrow morning every major news outlet gets the full file dump. The birth certificate. The paternity test. The payments. The emails. The photos. Everything.” Elena closed her eyes. “You won’t do it,” she said. “You’d destroy yourself too.” Another laugh—colder this time. “I’m already destroyed. I have nothing left to lose. You still have everything.” The line went dead. Elena sat there in the dark living room, tea soaking into the rug,

After ticking out everything that could actually be wrong with the city's billionaire, I had to admit he was far off better than what I had initially thought about him. In a way I knew what life would be for me being the wife of a billionaire, maids around willing to do everything at my back and call, the regular paparazzi and so many other events I could picture myself having. It felt like the perfect dream as luxury was on every girl's dream list. "What are you thinking about?" Mother asked liked she didn't already know it was all about the Trevor's I was a deep thinker and little things mattered and worth thinking of. "You know." I could only bring myself to say two words out of the thou

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

" His dad proudly said. At the same moment, Ella Mila and Kathy were chatting with each other, while taking occasional sips of wine. "I'm so glad grandpa finally collaborated with the Danvers, now our family will be the 4th richest in the city in just mere months. " Kathy enthusiastically said. "True that, I bet mom and dad are going to increase our monthly allowances…. now that our family is going to be earning billions every year." Mila said, nonchalantly sipping on her drink.

She asked excitedly. "Since you don't want to join Kendric's company, I will offer you a job. The salary is great and for sure it will help your family," she happily announced. Her smile widened. "Really, Brielle? W-what job?" "Didn't you take a Caregiving vocational course before? You can use that again for this job." She took a breath and got serious. "If I'm the only one to choose for you, I don't want you to work for others either. I believe that in the end, you and Kendric will also stay together, but since you insist, okay, I'll give it to you. My friend mentioned that their agency is looking for a caregiver for a billionaire man who just returned home to the Philippines," she explaine

Theme: Billionaire and the Nanny "Mr. Stan!" Poppy flushed, covering her tits at the sight of her billionaire boss standing by the hot tub. She had been caught red-handed. She was supposed to be babysitting the hot nerdy Ethan Stan's son—Eric but little Eric fell asleep, and Poppy was bored. She had wandered around the mansion, one of the wealthiest homes in the entire world, and had found Ethan Stan's extremely large jacuzzi.