El Yerno Millonario Novela Novels & Stories

Sandra feigned hesitation. “Oh, dear, don’t be like that. Consider us family already! Remember, you’ll soon be Mrs. Alcantara,” Veronica assured her. “It’s just that it’s a big amount, Mommy. I was hoping to borrow it, but I promise to pay it back once I start working again after giving birth.” “How much are we talking about, dear?” “100 million, Mommy,” Sandra said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"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?"

Curiosity gnawed at me, but so did a healthy dose of skepticism. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I tore open the envelope. Inside were crisp legal documents, the words blurring before my eyes in a whirlwind of legalese. As I read, a cold dread settled in my stomach. The contract proposed a marriage. A marriage between me, Olivia Moore, baker, and Ethan Kingsley, billionaire…in name only. The details unfolded: a six-month charade, a hefty financial compensation for me, and complete secrecy. It seemed like a dream – the answer to all my financial woes. Yet, a nagging question echoed in my mind: why?

Hernán was the only friend he had left at that time. The next day Roberto, with the data that his wife had managed to obtain, and the help of a friend who managed the internet perfectly, was able to find out who Mason Keast was talking about, his eyes lit up when he realized that there were some exclusive photos from a newspaper designed only for people of high society. where Sara's simple marriage to Mason could be appreciated, this confirmed that her ex-girlfriend had married a billionaire and of course she would have a lot of money, she had to agree with Sara's evil mother to carry out a plan and be able to take very good advantage of this.

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"

Not about the rain or the pavement or the envelope or any of the things that had become the architecture of my origin story in this new life. About Ethan. About who he was going to be. About the world I was building for him to arrive into, not the world I'd been thrown into, alone and without resources in the rain, but this one. The mansion and the fountain and the family who had been looking for me for twenty-four years. The company with my name at the top of the contract. The brothers who showed up in doorways and kitchens and at the heads of tables and had me covered in every direction simultaneously.

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

Elio was his name, and just like the sun, he was warm and strong. The crowd grew more and more puzzled. What was happening? Why did things not add up? Elio, a young man with a huge fortune, owed someone 1.5 million dollars and had not paid it back? Who was that man's grandfather? He seemed to be someone important! Cindy was secretly thrilled. She thought her boyfriend was clever and powerful. Maybe he could even get that wedding dress from the kid, and she would hit the jackpot. She would be the most extravagant bride in Cloudsea, second to none.

I'll just try the best that I can. The day has ended and it is time for the maids to rest. What makes this mansion very different is that each one of us have our own rooms, except when one isn't used to being alone. I don't mind being alone so I was given my own room. The room's actually big, this can even be compared to our living room. Is Mr. Bertrand really just a billionaire or much higher than that? Or is there such a thing?

In almost all the articles, he appears alone, and in fact, they describe him as the most coveted bachelor in the country. And that ring on his ring finger? Why would a man like him be alone? He is handsome and elegant, and from what she can see, he is also a billionaire. Men like him usually have the most beautiful women by their side. Emma opens every photo of him, every article, every interview, and every video. Adriano's voice seems hypnotic to her, and she can't get enough of watching all the videos she finds on YouTube. She takes her cellphone and sends him a thank you message for the lunch, which he immediately responds to.