El Yerno Millonario Novela Novels & Stories

Mia nodded her head slowly and Zoe wished they could just drop the subject. "She looks familiar." Aaron said finally. It was the first time Zoe was hearing him speak and his voice held and commanded a lot of power. "Where do we know her?" "She's the heiress to Madrigal hotels." Avery said to him. "We have done business with them in the past." "Margery is your mother." Aaron said, smiling and turning to give his mother a look. "That's interesting." "I'm glad you all find it so." Avery butted in quickly before more questions would be thrown at them. "She's my wife, we got married few hours ago. There has been no ceremony yet and I'm not sure there will be."

But now, I seem to smell my mom's scent again from this old man. Mr Alcheron Vermont's mate died early of illness and he only had one child, my mom, who broke off her relationship with him for the sake of her love. After the departure of his daughter, many believed that Mr Alcheron Vermont would marry again and birth a new heir. There were also women who longed for that person to be themselves, after all, it was the Vermont family. But since then, Mr Alcheron has been living alone, without even a scandal, devoting all his time to his work. And gradually from a billionaire to the world's richest man. And just now, I, Hirre Monreal, became the sole heir to this huge fortune...

The father and son chatted for three minutes before dinner interrupted them. When the butler went upstairs to inform Emily, she simply said she wasn't hungry and declined to join. She laid on her bed. Leo had somehow brought back the pains she had overcome four years ago. The evil she had done and tried to forget, all came back the moment she saw him. That night, after Emily had abandoned her child, she went back for him. She was desperate to undo what she had done. Upon reaching the spot where she left him, the baby was not there anymore.

The house was still, hushed, almost gentle. I sat on the couch and scrolled. Not for anything in particular. Just… something. A distraction. The kind you search for when your chest feels tight and you don’t know if it’s grief or exhaustion pressing on your ribs. That’s when I saw it. A blog headline. “Billionaire’s Nanny: Savior or Social Climber? The Curious Case of May Hemlings.” My thumb hovered. Then I tapped. The page loaded slowly. Every second an anvil.

“Say something, Ivy! What's going on? What are you hiding away from me? Who the hell is my baby's father, Ivy Reid!” “The sperm does not belong to Damien! It belongs to Dante Romano, a billionaire tycoon with a cold and ruthless reputation, Eloise.” Ivy suddenly yelled out, making my whole body freeze. 'What did she just say?' “W-what?” I stuttered. “Yes, Eloise. You heard me right. You were accidentally inseminated with Mr. Romano's sperm.” Ivy confirmed, and I found myself in a greater disbelief because I've always heard about him from almost everywhere!

“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?”

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.”

A YEAR AFTER ELENA'S POV The book comes out on a Thursday in October, fourteen months after the morning I sat in the study with a legal pad and wrote the first fourteen pages. It is called What He Built: The Life and Truth of Robert Vale. It is two hundred and sixty pages, and it is the most difficult thing I have ever written, and it is accurate — about him, about what was done to him, about what he built and why he built it and the price he paid for the building. About the years I spent not knowing the full shape of the story I was inside. About what it is to be the daughter of a man who trusted the truth more than he trusted his own safety.

“And they speak a lot. So if Elena's parents don't support it, mine doesn't either. And that automatically means I've got to run away from Elena, because they know they can weaponize her, catch me red-handed and…” “Want some chocolate?” The guy asked as the video paused for an abrupt hour. It seemed like he'd found out that she knew more than she should, and that it was a danger to his work life. He must be thinking of the cleanest way to neutralize her while Alicia fantasized about how he's gonna pin her to the walls and give her the best sex of her life. How did Elena’s family get intertwined to Alicia's family? Were they forced to become friends with the Alicia's, or was there something e

Do remind me of a day when he didn't look handsome, mocked my conscience! I shook my head amusingly, He always does. But that day, something was special about him, about us. After all, it was the day when we crossed each other's path for the first time. My mind goes back to the time when our journey started. I disgustingly looked at my cousins who had been Eye-rapping the poor guy for the past half hour. Poor guy! Don't you think smoking hot would be more appropriate for this dude? Teased my conscience. “Jenny I got to know that he is Pearl's brother. Do you know him personally?” Linda poked me with her manicured nails, which was enough for other girls to turn their attention towards me.