Novel & Cerita El Yerno Millonario Wikipedia

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

Alexander’s father. “What is this?” I whispered. Vincent tilted his head. “The past. The reason your lives are so beautifully entangled. Your mother and his father—they built an empire together. Love, betrayal, blood—it’s all there.” Alexander’s voice was rough. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Vincent’s smile widened. “Why don’t you ask your precious father’s lawyers? Or perhaps your mother’s will? They both kept the same secret.” The room felt like it was collapsing around me. “What secret?”

"Where do you get such funny ideas, sweetheart?" Juno dug through her baby designer bag until she pulled out an old photo. Holding it up triumphantly, she said, "Look at this, Mummy! Alden and I look so much alike. He must be my brother, right?" Myla took the photo from her and studied it carefully. It was a picture of Alden, Lowe's son, her former fiancé. “Where did you get this? ” She hid her surprise behind a chuckle. “From the newspaper” the girl replied coyly.

Mira came and grabbed the medicines from me and then returned to make sure I would be safe with that woman. Melissa came to the living room in a rush and took in the surroundings. She couldn't anticipate Ed to be this wealthy. They thought a cripple would never inherit Johnson's heritage. However, they had no clue this wealth didn't come from his family fortune but from his hard work and playing with his life. "Where is Elnore’s husband?" It was the first thing she asked. "Elenore’s husband? Since when? You could have attended the birthday party to meet him!"

I nodded my head because I was starting to see that she's right. "Even the manager was so polite to him. It was as if he'd bend down and lick Andres shoes as long as he told him to...." I said. "From everything you've said, Andres Blackwood is an extremely rich and powerful man! Don't forget to take advantage of this when you get married!"

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.

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.

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.

I complain. EJ spun around and looked at me. He grinned. "Ten Million is just your coin, Sir." said the young man. I frowned. "I'm not a millionaire." "No, because you're a billionaire!" EJ's words made me want to roll my eyes. "My salary in National Geography is not that big. It's impossible to be the billionaire you're talking about," I answered. "So don't brain me." The man turned and went inside the Employee's Room. I still followed. EJ was mumbling but all I understood from what he said was "family" and "filthy rich".