Novel & Cerita El Yerno Millonario Wikipedia

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortune. I turned to Eric slowly “You’re a billionaire,” I blurted, as I practically shoved my phone in his face. “You’re a billionaire heir. Why didn’t you tell me?!” He froze, eyes widening slightly as he saw the video. “Sienna, I—” “No, don’t ‘Sienna’ me! Why is the internet calling you a billionaire heir?!” He raised his palms gently, like he was approaching a startled animal. “Let’s breathe for a moment. We were about to go get breakfast. Why don't we eat first and I promise I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

“Boss, there isn’t much information about Meadow, just that she’s a renowned doctor.” I slammed the table. “I know that already, fool! What else did you find out about her?” “S-she has a child, and she’s engaged to Ethan Enrique, the owner of Oriental Energy. He was recently named the richest man in the world. And he doesn’t joke with Meadow and their daughter.” “I see. That will be all. You can go for now.”

“Did you just say Diego Salvador? He’s a fucking rich tycoon. Do you remember the person I was telling you about who was currently dominating the business world?” Blindly I shook my head, although I couldn’t remember who she was talking about. She began. “He’s the one Elena. I heard that his wealth and fame are immeasurable. He’s the owner of the company your mum works in.” She added, having me understand where the meetup happened. The information felt too overwhelming, and I felt my head almost spinning. Not only was he handsome and was about becoming my father, he was fucking rich too. How did my mum find such a person?

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

If anyone saw her, they might think she was having a seizure. “Yes, as in G-O-L-D! Don’t you know the status of the Ricafortes, Zenna? They’re multi-billionaires. And I don’t know what secret their lineage has, but they’re incredibly blessed. A lifetime of success—and a bloodline anyone would want to be part of. There’s no one unattractive in that family, Zenna. No wonder my godchild is so handsome.” She cleared her throat. “My son is handsome because his mother is beautiful.” She didn’t mean to boast, but her friend seemed to be missing something. Sometimes Candice really spoke without thinking.

With every step my heart pounded, I reached out to the briefcase, which was filled with money. My eyes widened in shock. This was more than what I asked for, it was enough to cover up my mom's medical bills, enough for the surgery, even to pay off all our debts. Who is this man? Where is he from? He must be so rich to just give away this huge sum of money and now I can't thank him. With tears in my eyes, I rushed into the bathroom, had a quick shower, grabbed my things, and ran out of the room.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

If I opened my mouth, I’d just scream or cry, and I didn't want to do either in front of him. "Then let’s talk about the $500,000," he said. My head snapped up. "$500,000? For what? I’m a waitress. I don't have anything worth that much. You’ve seen me. I’m nothing." "You have your health. You have your youth. And most importantly, you have a clean lineage. No genetic diseases, no history of addiction. You’re perfect," Xavier said. He leaned forward. "My employer is a very powerful man. He requires an heir. A child that is legally and biologically his, but born from a woman who is... uncomplicated. No baggage. No drama."

“Who says you don't deserve a better life like everyone else?” His words struck something deep inside me, and without meaning to, I sank back into the seat, folding my hands nervously between my thighs. I sat stiffly beside him, fully aware of his intense gaze… until my phone buzzed in my bag, startling us both. I picked it out with shaky hands and my heart almost gave out when Don Valentino's name flashed across the screen. He was a ruthless mafia billionaire who had loaned my father a huge sum before his death. There was no doubt in my mind why he was calling. He wanted his money.