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Justino explained, “Is the money mine, can I have access to the money?“ Ethan asked, “As you can see, the documents are two different one, the other bank documents that was In your name Is my money, my hard earned money, the money that I was jailed for, I really work hard to make that money” Justino said while tears streaming down from his eyes, “This money Is huge dad, the first one Is twenty five billion dollars, and the second one Is just ten billion dollars” Ethan said, “but this money Is Not In the United States of America and how do we lay hands on this money?“ Ethan asked,

However, the mafia lord walks inside when throwing his cigarette on the ground. “My apologies, baby Cali. Uncle smoked outside. By the way, here is my present for you,” he says, and he handed me a card—Luke’s forehead creases when he sees it. “Is this—“ Lincoln cuts him off and gives it to Cali. “You’re son is already a millionaire. I put five hundred million pesos in this time deposit card. He would not be able to touch this until he is eighteen. I know you will buy another Bugatti when I give it to you as cash.”

He flicked his wrist, checking the sleek watch on his wrist. "I have enough time," Damien murmured, leaning back, his posture entirely possessive. "Tell me all of it." Emily swallowed the lump in her throat. She looked at her trembling hands. "The file... Hart Industries belonged to my parents." Her voice broke. "It was all I had left of them. And tomorrow it disappears." She paused, her hand instinctively dropping flat against her stomach under the heavy duvet. "And Victor doesn't know about the baby," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I-- I know what a man like you is thinking. You’re already calculating the timeline, contemplating the legitimacy of my child. I couldn't let him lock us aw

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.”

Her hands shook as she removed an old folded document. "They gave me this." She handed it to me. I carefully unfolded the paper. It looked very old, like it had been hidden away somewhere for years. At the bottom was my father's signature. My eyes moved upward to the loan amount. I froze. One hundred million dollars. I blinked. This had to be wrong. I read it again, carefully counting the zeros. The figure stared back at me, unwavering. It was really hundred million dollars. The room suddenly felt suffocating and I found it difficult to breathe.

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."

she whispers. “No.” I shake my head. “But my dad was a chronic debtor.” “We’ll give you the money. How much is it?” Ray crosses his arms. The man finds my eyes. “Eleven million dollars.” “Eleven million?!” Ray booms, eyes wide. “Is there any proof of this?” The man nods, pulling up his phone. “I’ve got a video and some recordings, including paperwork.” Ezra snatches the phone, looking it over. By his speechlessness, I know it’s true.

He just shrugged. I stared at the folder but didn't touch it. My hands remained folded in my lap, fingers intertwined to keep them from shaking. Inside that innocent-looking package were the keys to an empire. Eleanor's will. Stock certificates worth billions. Bank account numbers that could buy senators and topple governments. The power to control half of New York City with the stroke of a pen. "All you need to do is sign," Hartwell continued, pulling out a Mont Blanc pen that probably cost more than most people's cars. The gold nib caught the afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. "And everything becomes yours."

Then their eyes widened. “Oliver James lied,” Miller said under his breath, glancing at Pennet. My stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” “Jessie,” Miller said gently, “who funded your inheritance?” “My grandmother,” I answered, still confused. “She sold her estate and put the money into a trust for me after my parents passed.” Miller exchanged a knowing look with Pennet. “Then Alan was wrong. The money isn’t your father’s.” “What?” My voice came out sharper than I intended.