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“Ten million. Cash. No police. No lawyers. No press release this time. You wire it to the account I send tomorrow. Or tomorrow night every major blog in Nigeria and the US gets the full file dump. Billionaire Alexander Voss Bought Silence From His Baby Mama. Imagine the headlines. Imagine what it does to Theo’s book sales. To Nia’s patients. To Kai’s career. To Amara’s academy.” Elena closed her eyes. “You won’t do it,” she said. “You’d destroy yourself too.” Another cough. Wet. Painful. “I’m already destroyed. I have nothing left to lose. You still have everything.” The line went dead. Elena sat on the kitchen floor, broken teacup beside her, phone hot in her hand. She didn’t cry. She didn’

The next few months were a ridiculous one-woman show. Enzo visited every two weeks, playing the part of the ‘devoted husband.’ But his gifts gave him away. For me, it was cheap vitamins from a corner store. For her, I saw on the family’s hidden ledgers, it was millions. Enough to buy a small arsenal. Its destination? A secret Swiss account belonging to Eliana, of course. It was clear. Just like last time. Eliana was having severe complications with her pregnancy. She was weakening fast.

She slowly opened the envelope and unfolded the contract, her eyes widening as she read. "Six million pesos?! My father owed you this much?!" Manuela gasped, staring at her father's signature. "Indeed. You read the contract, didn't you?" Uno replied. Manuela couldn't comprehend such a massive debt. "H-how did my father accrue such a large debt?" she murmured, a memory suddenly surfacing. FLASHBACK "This building is huge, Dad! Is this really going to be our business?" Manuela asked incredulously, standing with her father at the construction site of their future company.

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."

probably meant “evidence.” Her hands were shaky as she pulled out the heavy, leather-bound ledgers. The numbers swam before her eyes, a dizzying array of zeroes that added up to one big, fat debt – but surprisingly, not just any debt. A massive debt to the Cali Cartel. A debt Papa had kept hidden, like a bad rash one only showed the doctor. And then she found it. A crisp note, tucked between the pages, written in a strange, elegant script she didn’t recognize. “Payment due: One Volcan heir.”

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

Emilio explained. "My father was a government official when he came home drunk he could give me money and early morning will go to the bank to save without the knowledge of my mother or even my brothers and sisters my father had already opened for me a junior account" Emilio added. "Immediately after high school I managed to secure my identity card for myself I went to the bank to check the account balance I was told it's twenty million dollars," Emilio said. "With just twenty million dollars you became a billionaire?" Rosario asked.

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 had never been good at reading business agreements or contracts or anything, I always got my best friend to do it for me, but I picked up anyways and wondered why my hands trembled as I did. I blinked rapidly when my eyes fell on a particular figure. What I saw could not be true. Reflexively, I dropped the document on the table. "Is this a prank?" "What do you mean?" He frowned. "It's not too little, is it?" "A billion dollars to have a child?" "Five hundred million up front to marry me actually, and five hundred million to have the child... MY child." He corrected. "And within this time, you won't have to spend a penny from that, but it will be in your account."

He was more like my dad just that he was fucking me rough and then one day I went to the mall I happened to meet this young good looking guy called Liam he was my age I loved him when I first saw him and we dated for like 2 years then we got busted Milton told me to make Liam sign everything to me then i drugged him and indeed he signed everything to my name and I run away last year Milton got me and apparently I'm owing him 56Million for staying , eating, bathing in his house for free So I had to sell everything that Liam mseleku signed to me and I made atleast 54Million I payed Milton I tried to kill him many times but I failed and now he wants the rest 2 million so I Sold all the staff si