Libro El Yerno Millonario Charlie Wade นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You’re trespassing, Lydia. I suggest you leave before I call security." "Oh, I'm not going anywhere until we're clear," Lydia snapped, leaning over my desk. Her face was twisted with greed. "I know why you're here. You saw Charlie’s announcement, didn't you? Ten million dollars for an heir. You brought that little brat back to try and pass him off as a Vane just to get the payout. You’re trying to sell Charlie a fake kid you had with some old sugar daddy in London."

"Mama's in Washington." "Come back?" "Thursday." She processed this. "Two days," she said. Elena looked at me. "She knows numbers," I said. "Apparently." Elena looked at Elise. "Two days. Then Mama comes home." Elise looked at the space once more. Then she walked to her high chair and held up her arms to be lifted. Done. Filed. Moving on. Richard arrived at noon. He came in with the book, the engineering board book, which he brought every visit because Elise expected it, and he understood the importance of consistent delivery.

The way he acted during the time of trouble, decisive but controlled, hinted at a depth she hadn't anticipated. But why did it matter? She shook her head and forced herself to concentrate on her work. Heathen King was her boss and nothing more. Whatever hid beneath his surface was not her priority. However, while she worked late into the night, she couldn't help but wonder whether their paths had crossed for a reason, and what secrets the mysterious millionaire might be keeping. Meanwhile, in a luxurious hotel's rooftop suite, Heathen stood by the sky-high windows, holding a glass of scotch. The big city spread out before him, its lights flashing in the dark.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

Just one hope—My parents' house. Getting out of the cab, I dragged my luggage into the big family house compound where the moment of childhood came in afresh. We couldn't even eat three squares a day. Going to the charity night was a blessing to my family. I was there to be helped and I believe I found grace but it started to get into my head after all of this happened. My eyes scrutinised the parking garage and I saw two cars parked outside. Brian made this possible. He must have thought I was some gold digger because of my parents' constant requests.

She sat back in her chair, trying to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet of the room. As Adelaide sat in the chair, she couldn't help but notice the girl who was sitting at the desk, completely absorbed in her book. The girl's name was Elma, and she was the quintessential nerd. Elma had long, curly brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail, and her face was framed by a pair of round, big eyeglasses that made her eyes look even larger. Her nose was slightly upturned, giving her a pert, pixie-like appearance.

Really looked at me and pulled me closer than I was to him in a deep kiss and then said, “Let’s get you inside” My legs felt wobbly so I held onto him for balance. There’s just a hint of stubble along the sharp line of his jaw as he smirks at me and I can’t help but wonder what it looks like in the morning. “Yes please” And for the first time, I was able to take in the beauty of the mansion. It’s exactly like what I have seen in the magazines of “A DEAL OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HOUSES?” And I guess he is one of those Millionaires who feels there is nothing they can't buy with money. Including a virgin nineteen-year-old girl.

It wasn’t a smile of amusement; it was the look of a hawk spotting its prey. “A million dollars, Evelyn? That’s an awful lot of money for a late-night assistant. You must be desperate.” He picked up a second, heavier-looking document from his desk and slid it across the flawless glass surface. “I don’t give loans, Ms. Reed. I only offer contracts. And I have a very specific one in mind for you.” My eyes widened as I looked down. The bold, all-caps title stared back, sealing my fate: THE THORNE MARRIAGE AGREEMENT

Mickey was the only son of a rich man, and despite that, he treated Jaime just like a brother, the brother he never had. Jaime's eyes went in Lilian's direction. She was talking and smiling with her friends. He sighed. Maybe apologizing to her will be the best. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT, 3 PM *** Hailey walked into Charles' office, holding a book with her. "Sir, it's time for the meeting," she announced. Charles raised his head from the computer and glanced at her. He frowned when he noticed her hair was packed. Didn't he tell her not to pack it again?

"Someone was inside while we were away?" "It seems so." She unfolded the note and read. Then with a frown handed it to Addie. You won the couple's draw for the night out on a yacht. Dinner and drinks will be provided. Please be at the dock at seven tonight, the trip is about four hours, your captain for the evening will meet you. Congratulations. Management. "This is nice!" Addie said. "A night of wining and dining on a yacht. Can you imagine the stars out there on the ocean with no lights around?"