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Lyv has no one to rely on but him. “And if I don’t agree?” answered the young man firmly. “What do we care if your family will be erased from the world? My sister and her child’s future are at stake here. I will not allow your grandson to marry my sister just like that.” The old lady did not move. She waved her hand at the uniformed men. One of them responded by holding out an envelope. The woman gently placed it on the table. “That envelope contains all the assets and properties of the Dela Vega Empire; not only in the entire Philippines but also in different corners of the world. If you think we don’t—”

Luke says to him, and he goes to his hot sugar daddy. “Name your price, Alondra,” the CEO wanted to know how greedy she is for money—his instinct never failed him as she bet her price. “Give us one million—“ “ALONDRA!” His uncle didn’t want to, but Luke Carter Vozinelik wanted it to give wholeheartedly. “You are cheap,” his daddy Luke countered her, and she flinched by his words. “I am generous to give you ten million,” Luke signed it, and he left them all speechless. Alfonso stood up and didn’t want to receive it. “Luke, I am thankful that this child will have a brand new life—“

I know in myself what I really look like. Aunt Helena stood up and approached me. "Oh, excellent! If you become my son's secretary, this is what you will wear from now on." It was as if I was an obedient nod. So she even bought me a lot of these clothes. When I got home to the condo that Aunt Helena had given me I quickly climbed into bed and decided to go to sleep. I was tired all day because on Monday I would start working at Callahan enterprises as Anastasia Fuentes and Alexis Von Callahan’s new secretary. And since Monday I will always be able to see him and be with him. My training wasn't easy but I overcame it all. A smile flashed on my lips. "I'll get revenge as soon as possible

“A baby girl, Eleanor.” “And your Duchess still wants you?” “She does,” I replied through gritted teeth. “Even seeing me in this pitiful state, she does.” “Then take this,” and he pushed a piece of paper into my hands. Unfurling it I saw it was the title deeds to a gold mine. California, in the Americas. “Do you remember when I told you I had invested? Well I was the only investor of note and by God the man struck it big! He struck it Fitz!”

she further said "If you don't want to give yourself a headache, don't read the comments" she added "And Mom and Dad, did they find out about this?" I asked almost in tears "Sadly yes, no body would miss the headline Billionaire Saul Madison's wedding ruined by unknown black woman claiming to be his baby mama" l wished the grounds would open and swallow me that very moment, l didn't claim anything, l had even Made it Clear it was a total misunderstanding. "Oh my gosh, this is very bad" l said in a whisper

Her skin was cold, smooth, like marble. "Open it." I unfolded the paper. The numbers blurred in front of my eyes for a moment before they came into focus. A long string of digits. A decimal point. Two zeros at the end. "One million dollars", she said, her voice calm, measured. "One million dollars, cash, tax-free, deposited into any account you want. The moment the baby is born." My heart stopped. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." She crossed her arms over her chest. "The baby is born. A DNA test is done. If the child is truly Marcus's — a Sterling — then the money is yours. And you walk away."

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.

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.”

So I did. I told him about the compound and the physician's notes. I told him about Franklin Adler and the financial records from my mother's estate. I told him about Celestine Vare and the seventeen years she had spent quietly building a file she was now ready to hand over. I told him what my father had just admitted on the phone, in the vague, careful way that men like him admitted things when they had no other choice. Elio listened without interrupting. He asked questions and took notes. He was the kind of person who knew that the most useful thing you could do when someone was telling you something important was to actually listen.

He stopped short as if he was about to spill a secret but caught himself. "What?" Anna asked. "Never mind," he waved. "He just kept saying it was a misunderstanding that would be cleared up soon." Eugene set down his glass and rubbed his temples. "Your father was my best friend for twenty years. He was the most ethical man I knew. I trust him, but the numbers didn't tally. There was nothing we could do about it." "How much money are we talking about?" "Nearly two million dollars." The number hit Anna like a physical blow. Two million dollars. No wonder the DA had frozen everything.