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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.

I asked in innocence. "49." "And what did you get?." "48." "You were almost there." "Show yourself o." "That's your own,give me my money."I said in happiness. "You are happy for 1k,a whole rich girl like you."He replied as he shook his hands into his pocket. "Says the person who's father is a multi-millionaire."I scoffed. "Stop acting like your family ain't rich." "We are but you are richer." "Lies."

, Alexander's girlfriend, He told me about you being pregnant for him and am here to offer you a deal,"Isabella said Celine listened intently, nodding occasionally "What kind of a deal,"Celine asked "Well,it is simple," Isabella said as she brought out her cheque book and wrote a cheque of $10000. "Here is the cheque of $10000, all I want from you is to terminate the pregnancy," Isabella said Celine leaned back in her chair and smiled. "You want me to terminate my pregnancy for $10000, you must be stupid to think I will do that."Celine said

The desperate, bitter man took the bait with pathetic eagerness. On the eve of the gala, the story broke. Not in Finch’s paper, but in a tawdry European gossip sheet known for paying for dirt. The headline screamed: **THE CONTESSA AND THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR: A FORBIDDEN YACHT TRYST THAT SHOOK THE RIVIERA!** It was perfect. Just credible enough, just sordid enough. My phone rang thirty minutes later. Alistair Finch. “Mr. Trevane. I assume you’ve seen the morning’s sensationalism.”

Mike walked in to his hotel room and slumped on the bed. He played a song and increased the volume and danced to the song while packing his luggages into his mini box. He took the file and smelled it, he hasn't opened it ever since he collected it from Anthony, he has done his calculations and planned his life for the next 10 years. "Mike you are the most fortunate person on earth, you become a billionaire without working hard for it. I am lucky." He screamed and jumped up happily.

Making sure I understand them correctly. The firstborn child of Adrian Cross. That's Ezra. My baby. My son sleeping upstairs. My hands start shaking harder. The paper crinkles in my grip. Forty-seven million. One hundred fifty-six million. Two hundred three million. I do the math in my head. Over four hundred million dollars. Ezra is supposed to inherit over four hundred million dollars. And nobody told me. Not Adrian. Not his parents. Not a single person in this entire family mentioned this.

“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."