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Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity? PROLOGUE “How much money do you need?” he asked the man in front of him. “100 Million Pesos,” the man answered quickly. He took the check from his suitcase. “Take care of it. Payable to cash. One hundred million pesos. It’s all done. Now, give me that kid.” He looked at the unconscious Yael. The man quickly took Yael. “Now, give me my hundred million!” he said with a smile. “Not too fast. Undress him. You need to find someone who has the same physique as Yael, then fake his death,” the man ordered.

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

Janelle Lopez was frightened by Elinor. Elinor is simply crazy! Although she is also greedy for money, she has not yet reached the step of killing. Elinor was not surprised to see Janelle Lopez's reaction, but smiled lightly and said: "Janelle Lopez, don't you want to know, kill Edward, how much can we get?" "Nearly 200 million!" "Think about it, if you take half of it, you'll be a billionaire in no time!" One hundred million! Janelle Lopez was shocked, and looked at Elinor with shocked eyes.

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.

She did a background check on Yunifer’s husband and found out that he was the richest person in the Capital. The Gilren family is very high in the upper classes. $80 million is small enough for them, isn’t it? Yuriel is mocking at heart. That money buys enough power and power to get revenge. In the world, wealth, money, and power are the most important. Melly’s mouth was twitching about to say something but sort it out. She looked at Yuriel weirdly. She felt that Yunifer looked different than usual. Her manner had turned cold and indifferent.

She pulled out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper. As she opened the letter, a small silver key with a unique number engraved on it slid out and fell into her lap. Elena ignored the key for a moment and began to read the neat, handwritten words on the page: > Dear Elena, > My name is Mr. Bill, and I was your father’s loyal lawyer and friend. If you are reading this, it means Callum Carnegie has passed away, and you are in great danger from his family. > They want to steal your birthright. Your father never forgot you. Inside this letter are the codes to private vault 402 at the Central Heritage Bank. Enclosed is the key. Inside that vault is the final truth, the absolute proof that you

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

"Your local tokens have been revoked, your debt covenants have been neutralized for forensic fraud, and the Southern District of New York has just received the physical manifests we salvaged from Berth 3. You don't own the London corridor anymore, Eleanor." Eleanor’s aristocratic mask finally cracked, her pale skin turning a sharp, ashen grey as she stared at the million-line paper trail flashing on the wall. Her hands tightened around her handbag until the leather groaned, her eyes darting between the data columns and the towering, lethal silhouette of her son. The morning bell hadn't even rung on the trading floor, but the war for the Ashford empire was already over.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."