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“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?”

Liam's mom yelled. I just sat frozen in my plush chair. "Are you drunk, Papa?" Barbara asked with a bored expression. "Just what are you reading, Toberto?" Patricia asked in an exasperated, childish tone. "I'm not drunk, and what you just heard was indeed written and signed by me." "What nonsense! You will not give everything that I have worked for to this ignorant child that cut off from her family to go marry some fool!” Uncle yelled. “She’s no child! She is my granddaughter, the FIRST LEGITIMATE granddaughter of Henry Hernandez! And she will run my assets,” Papa growled out in anger, his tone final.

All the color drained from Santiago's face at the mention of Director Chen. "Yes, I know all about your little secret." Julian patted a document he retrieved from his drawer. "I don't get how you could be so stupid to do that, but then again, you're not your brother." Julian looked like he was in pain. "He was always the bright one." Santiago felt a sting in his heart; the tips of his fingers felt cold. "If you don't comply with my terms, I will put the word out and expose what you did, and everything, everything you worked hard for, will go down the drain."

It was starting to feel like a setup. Still, he sent the million. She'd popped out a Gramont heir. He figured that earned something. Elyna lit up. "I knew you'd come through! Our son and I will love you forever!" She held up the baby. "Look! He's smiling at you! Same eyebrows, same nose—he's your twin, right?" Cedric smiled back, trying to believe it. But the more he stared, the more it didn't sit right. He pulled her bank records. Less than an hour after the transfer, the whole million went to Gaspard.

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

He turned to Elio and asked straight up, "Elio, level with me, where did this cash come from?" Elio had his story ready. "Dad… Evelyn, don't sweat it. I hit the jackpot with the sports lottery. It was a cool eight hundred thousand before taxes. This is what's left after taxes. I brought the rest here." Lana and the rest of the crew were gobsmacked, their eyes glued to Elio. The guy they had written off as a total loser had struck it rich—a mega jackpot, no less. When they thought about it, it kind of made sense. How else could Elio have raked in seven hundred thousand? Borrowing that much was out of the question.

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.

"As for the bets in the forum, only your brother has bet on you to win in the test. 5 million dollars, but you have made him succeed. All the gamblers are willing to lose the money to him, and the dealer also lost him 5 million dollars." After explaining, Diana Chu sighed, "what a good trick! Why didn't I think of it before?" "I'm also a millionaire." Zenne Ye held his head high, took out a card and handed it to Yuri. "Take it and swipe it as you like." Yuri was rendered speechless She wondered who got the money. —— In Ye family's house. As soon as Hunter Ye received the news of Yuri's full score, he immediately got off work early and went home with a lot of good dishes.

He unfolds the paper, scans it, then looks up. “Miss Hart,” he says gently, “the DNA test confirms a ninety-nine point nine percent match.” The world tilts. “You are Evander Kingsley’s biological daughter.” For a moment, no one moves. No one breathes. Then Eleanor’s hand flies to her mouth. A sound escapes her—small, broken, raw. Not a sob. Not a gasp. Something in between. Something that sounds like twenty-three years of grief cracking open. Her eyes fill instantly, tears spilling over before she can stop them.

***Elena's POV*** “Before we begin,”Dominic said, his voice calm enough to be insulting, “there is something you should all know.” No one said a word. He reached into his pocket and placed the marriage certificate on the table. A couple of men blinked. Someone actually made a strangled sound. Dominic’s gaze swept the room. “This is Elena Blackwood... My wife.” The silence that followed was so complete it felt physically heavy. Then came the shock.