El Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

"Oh my gosh! He is so handsome! And you know what? Based on how he reacted when I told him you weren't here, I think he likes you. Maybe you're not saying it yet, but maybe he is your boyfriend?" "W-What? Of course not." "Right. By the way, do you think we didn't hear about the news?" "What news?" "That you are Thyme Lanford's personal assistant! You are so lucky, Amber! You'll get to see a veey handsome man every day! Also, a very handsome man is looking for you, too! How to be you?!" Amber shook her head. "I only applied as his personal assistant because I need the money, okay? I need to save up."

At 26 with Milo and 27 with Rose. "Oh, baby," Elise said softly, taking Rose's hands, just like Grandma Rose took her hands 20 years ago. "Faint line?" "Yes! Faint! Like yours with me!" Elise hugged her daughter, who hated billionaires but now might be having a billionaire's baby - £240B baby, richest baby in London - and whispered, "It's okay. We will check again tomorrow. Faint can be... faint. And even if... even if it's real, it's okay. I married your dad by mistake at 26 with plastic folder. You... you fell in love by mistake at 20 with Tesco rose. It's family tradition. Mistake love."

He mumbled in a trance, “Help me! Send me to the hospital… I’ll pay you 10 million…” She was stunned. 10 million? Did I save the world’s richest man by chance? At the payment window, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Hayes—” She was about to give her name when the cashier interrupted, "Oh, you're the daughter of our hospital director, Tessa Darwin, right?" Tessa Darwin was her identical twin sister. Their faces and heights were like carbon copies of each other. But... their fates were entirely different.

“Who says you don't deserve a better life like everyone else?” His words struck something deep inside me, and without meaning to, I sank back into the seat, folding my hands nervously between my thighs. I sat stiffly beside him, fully aware of his intense gaze… until my phone buzzed in my bag, startling us both. I picked it out with shaky hands and my heart almost gave out when Don Valentino's name flashed across the screen. He was a ruthless mafia billionaire who had loaned my father a huge sum before his death. There was no doubt in my mind why he was calling. He wanted his money.

The desperate, bitter man took the bait with pathetic eagerness. On the eve of the gala, the story broke. Not in Finch’s paper, but in a tawdry European gossip sheet known for paying for dirt. The headline screamed: **THE CONTESSA AND THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR: A FORBIDDEN YACHT TRYST THAT SHOOK THE RIVIERA!** It was perfect. Just credible enough, just sordid enough. My phone rang thirty minutes later. Alistair Finch. “Mr. Trevane. I assume you’ve seen the morning’s sensationalism.”

She closed her eyes, trying to find some comfort in the silence of their living room. “Ruby, I forgot to ask, what’s his name” Naomi asked out of curiosity cutting through Ruby’s thought “Stephan Rodriguez” Ruby replied nonchalantly “Hold on, Ruby please tell me your Stephan isn’t the same Stephan the popular business mogul,” Naomi asked “Well from what I found out, he is the same person, the heir to the Grand Empire” Ruby replied Naomi took out her phone and quickly typed in “Stephan Rodriguez” turning her phone to Ruby “Is this your mystery man” Naomi asked showing Ruby a picture of Stephan from the internet

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

"What are you saying? Have you gone crazy? You're not getting rid of me like this, so easy. My dad can put you in jail. He's super rich, and you know that." "Your father is a fudido, just like you are. Your family's shares were invested; your father signed a contract with me where he transferred everything to my name in exchange for a large loan. Besides, I'm a billionaire, not rich, Cristina." "So..." She sat on the couch and put her hand over her mouth, speechless and without any action. "Are you serious?"

Book 2 introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret Baby series A one-night stand with a billionaire left me an unexpected gift—a baby he didn’t know he had. Six years later, he storms back into my life. As my boss and fake husband. Alex is a walking distress signal. He is domineering and always in a grumpy mood. An irritatingly hot AF billionaire married to his restaurants. Reuniting with him has thrown me into a whirlwind of trouble.