El Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

💟 💟💟OUTSIDE NEW YORK CITY: ELENI TOWN, CALIFORNIA 💟💟💟. It was a chilly night in California, the breeze blow through the window as the curtains dangle in the room. A man was seen lying lifelessly on a massive king-size bed while a young man sat beside him staring at his father who has been sleeping for the past fifteen years. He took his father's hand with tears flowing down his cheeks. The handsome face became red from excess tears. They had this money, he's a billionaire. The richest family in California.

“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,

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

Mark asked Jenny. Jenny bowed in front of her cousin. This is the son of her Uncle Mauro and Aunt Diana. She is only a few months older than the young man, and this is what she teases when she wants to do something. “Did you know that brother Zion has a girl?” Mark frowned and suddenly became interested. “Really? Who?” Smiling, Jenny extended her right palm in front of Mark. “One million pesos.” Mark sighed and shook his head. Sometimes, he thinks that her family is suffering. It’s just that she doesn’t miss every chance where she can earn money. He has to make a bet with Jenny again, and their bet is her brother’s life.

Liam's mom yelled. I just sat frozen in my plush chair. "Are you drunk, Papa?" Barbara asked with a bored expression. "Just what are you reading, Toberto?" Patricia asked in an exasperated, childish tone. "I'm not drunk, and what you just heard was indeed written and signed by me." "What nonsense! You will not give everything that I have worked for to this ignorant child that cut off from her family to go marry some fool!” Uncle yelled. “She’s no child! She is my granddaughter, the FIRST LEGITIMATE granddaughter of Henry Hernandez! And she will run my assets,” Papa growled out in anger, his tone final.

I asked in innocence. "49." "And what did you get?." "48." "You were almost there." "Show yourself o." "That's your own,give me my money."I said in happiness. "You are happy for 1k,a whole rich girl like you."He replied as he shook his hands into his pocket. "Says the person who's father is a multi-millionaire."I scoffed. "Stop acting like your family ain't rich." "We are but you are richer." "Lies."

Don Carlo also laughed, nodding his head as he agreed with Angela. Aleah looked at Yohan again. She saw him smiling along with everyone. "Don't worry about me. I came back to tell you about an offer I suddenly got today," Yohan stated. He told his sister about his chance in the military along with their dad's former men. "And your husband here is so capable, along with Don Carlo and Lady Angela. They have the criminal on mom's death already in police custody." Aleah's eyes widened again. Her mouth gaped in so much awe that she had to cover her face with her hands to conceal it.

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

“Wait, wait. Hold on. You’re telling me this guy wants a baby out of the deal and offers you such a huge amount of money? And that’s it? What’s his name? Do you even know who he is?” Emma bit her lip, trying to remember the name Aunt Jane had told her. “Yeah, I think his name is Ryan Miller.” Sonia’s jaw dropped. “Shut up! Ryan Miller? The Ryan fucking Miller?” “Do you know him or something?” Emma asked, curious of her response and Immediately, Sonia brought out her phone and googled Ryan Miller. "Let me show you who Ryan Miller is." She flashed Emma the search results: “Forbes 30 Under 30, richest man in New York?”