Novel & Cerita El Yerno Millonario

He checked his cell phone and realized he had several missed calls from his older brother, Bruno. Bruno Hoffmann was the eldest of the three sons of the owner of the Einsam club empire. Years before in New York, he had created the first hotel and club Seasons, which had gained fame among the high society. It was a peculiar and intimate place, known for its extravagance and psychedelic atmosphere. Admission to this club required a six-month wait and an exhaustive investigation of the person, including high-ranking individuals, millionaires, and powerful sheikhs.

However, the mafia lord walks inside when throwing his cigarette on the ground. “My apologies, baby Cali. Uncle smoked outside. By the way, here is my present for you,” he says, and he handed me a card—Luke’s forehead creases when he sees it. “Is this—“ Lincoln cuts him off and gives it to Cali. “You’re son is already a millionaire. I put five hundred million pesos in this time deposit card. He would not be able to touch this until he is eighteen. I know you will buy another Bugatti when I give it to you as cash.”

Lay proudly began to explain, "Your father has a number of businesses there. There's a hotel, a mall and also a few others." "You're joking right?" Derrick asked in disbelief. Lay snorted in annoyance, "Why am I joking about this. This is true. However, in England your father goes by the name 'Valentino Miller'. I was confused at first when my father told me, but when I compared the autographs, it really was your father, Vesa." Derrick gaped. "This is too shocking. Your father is full of surprises. Great and wonderful," praised Lucas. Vesa was silent. Derrick suddenly began to worry if Vesa returned to feeling sad like that time. When he first found out that his father was a billionaire who

He was already shrouded in the dark curtains of his business. He owned nearly 35% of Annomali Enterprise's shares, but many believed that the company would be just fine without him. Andrew wanted to change this perception. He detailed who Phillip Wellington was. A distant cousin from his mother's side, Keira, but driven by the desire for power because a Keira had married his father. Jackson William.

I smiled at her. "Honey, excuse us, please. Let me handle this." Mr kings patted her back, and she hissed before leaving. “Nine months ago, I met your first son in a bar and I ended up in a coma with a baby in me for your second son but the media is saying Creed and I were secret lovers.” I divulged. “I am not here to listen to your childish rants. You obviously want something from me.” I grinned at him. “You are a smart old man. I want a thousand grand. Wire it to your son’s account. He deserves a wedding present from his father, doesn’t he?”

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

a very familiar voice said and I open my eye to see Harry approaching us with his friends and I stupidly smile for no reason. 🤩Awwwn it Harry 🤩I never knew he was King Hamptons son I would have literally gone on my knees for him to marry me. 🤩What a lucky girl she is 🤩What? She is a bitch!! 🤩I heard her father is a multi billionaire too so I don't think she was sold out. I can hear them whisper nonsense to each other but it doesn't looks like I even care about them right now. "Harry"Amba called in surprise and I turn my gaze at her. Poor girl!!she is in love with someone who doesn't even see her.

my MIA father used to tell me. I didn't want to admit it, but, the asshole was right. Especially now that I'd been exposing myself to the rest of the world, pushing myself out of my comfort zone, as per my mother's aspirations. In her eyes, her one and only son deserved more than what I thought I did. "You told Mamma?" I looked at Ricchar. "She just found out. Santiago called us this afternoon." "The countess. Right?" Ricchar nodded. "That woman's somethin' else." He whistled and unzipped the front of his tracksuit. His laurel green shirt underneath emphasized the color of his eyes. "25 million. Upfront."

she reminded. “Oh, Mom. But maybe I won't bother you later, I have a spare key for the gate and door. Just rest,” I said before waving and getting in my car. while driving I suddenly thought of everything. Bradley Hernandez. The most eligible multi-billionaire in this world. His family owned huge hotel buildings in town. In addition, they have also many different types of businesses. That man was so rich. I read that in a most popular magazine that featured pure business tycoons of the town.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.