El Yerno Millonario Wikipedia Novels & Stories

“Wait, wait. Hold on. You’re telling me this guy wants a baby out of the deal and offers you such a huge amount of money? And that’s it? What’s his name? Do you even know who he is?” Emma bit her lip, trying to remember the name Aunt Jane had told her. “Yeah, I think his name is Ryan Miller.” Sonia’s jaw dropped. “Shut up! Ryan Miller? The Ryan fucking Miller?” “Do you know him or something?” Emma asked, curious of her response and Immediately, Sonia brought out her phone and googled Ryan Miller. "Let me show you who Ryan Miller is." She flashed Emma the search results: “Forbes 30 Under 30, richest man in New York?”

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."

Rode bicycles with her. And he was a billionaire heir. £90 billion. Ashford Hotels. Her father's rival. Like mother, like daughter. Elise found out her poor husband was £98B billionaire after 73 days. Rose found out her poor boyfriend was £90B heir after 240 days. Worse.

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."

Mila slept until noon. It was Phoebe's call that finally woke her up. By then, Nathan had already left. She grabbed her phone, held it to her ear, and said hoarsely, "Phoebe." "Mila, there's news about Mr. Hoffis Senior." Mila sat up abruptly. She was now fully awake. Excitement surged through as she threw off the covers and got out of bed. "Have they found my grandpa?" "No, they haven't found him, but I discovered a lavish estate worth over 20 billion has suddenly appeared under Mr. Hoffis Senior's name. It's considered the most luxurious in Norvania," Phoebe replied.

She had to admit it even if she didn't want to: Leonardo White was a really interesting man. His voice, when he wanted it, acquired an interesting rhythm, she had hardly spoken about her, in fact, she didn't want to, besides, his anecdotes were much more interesting than what she had to say. "And that was how your father became a millionaire?" Emma questioned, completely enraptured, not only by his face, but by him, by what he conveyed to her, she had even forgotten the extreme doubt she had about whether it was true that he had abandoned a son.

I try to concentrate on being nonchalant and rude, but she keeps scratching her body and her nose, it’s distracting and worrisome. “Do you know about the relationship between Mr. Vandercage and your husband?” Of course, I wouldn't call him my father, not after all the mess he’s put me in. “Ohhh, that man. You know he’s a dumb piece of shit. He was collecting fifty billion dollars every fucking year from your father.” “How didn’t I know about this?” “You were just a little girl, we didn’t want to bother you with that. There’s a lot of this you don’t know about.”

“I don’t understand why you still work,” Enrico said while monitoring the machine exchange beside Antonella. “Now you’re married to Benjamim. He’s a billionaire, Antonella.” “He is; I’m not, Dad,” she replied, genuinely irritated by his comment. “Besides, I couldn’t stand staying at home with Carlota around. I’d rather put up with you than her.”

"Mr Adams Carter Ma'am, he stopped by and asked to pick up Diane, he said he was her father, a renowned billionaire wouldn't lie about that so that's why—" "Excuse me?" Alicia cut her off. "You gave my daughter to Adams!" She yelled. "Do you even hear yourself Miss Phobe?" She scoffed in disbelief. "That's literally the most stupidest and dumbest thing I've ever heard! How dare you give my daughter to some renowned billionaire!" She yelled, sarcastically laying emphasis on her last statement.

I smiled at her. "Honey, excuse us, please. Let me handle this." Mr kings patted her back, and she hissed before leaving. “Nine months ago, I met your first son in a bar and I ended up in a coma with a baby in me for your second son but the media is saying Creed and I were secret lovers.” I divulged. “I am not here to listen to your childish rants. You obviously want something from me.” I grinned at him. “You are a smart old man. I want a thousand grand. Wire it to your son’s account. He deserves a wedding present from his father, doesn’t he?”