El Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

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

His hand slid possessively across my back, fingers spreading just above my hip. “They’re all watching.” I forced my lips into something that resembled grace. Cameras flashed. Whispers rippled. The city’s wealthiest, most powerful families crowded the marble floor, champagne flutes in hand, waiting for the spectacle to begin. Inside, my stomach churned. Every step I took beside him, every nod to the smiling strangers, was a betrayal of the truth I carried in my heart. Ethan. My sweet boy. My secret.

And that man turned out to Adam knight, Ethan's dad. He was looking straight over at us. "Yeas he said we can eat as many chwocalotes as much we want, because we're cutie pies" He saw us looking at him I gave him a small smile and he returned it. Just then Elena Knight, his wife, Ethan's mom came to him and looked over where he was looking at, and saw us her attention went towards the twins and her eyes widened, then she looked at me, I gave her a smile, but she just frowned and went somewhere else taking her husband with her.

She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.

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.”

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

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.