Libro El Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Still caressing her tummy smoothly, she pinched his hands agressively and he withdrew forcefully while trying to hold back his screams. She buried her laughter as she turned to give him a slow sinister stare. She could see the pain all over his face as he stared at her face in anguish. She looked away immediately and tucked her hair behind her ears. She crossed her legs stylishly, seeing her mother battling for words while trying to defend herself about Mateo Steel being sick. This was the moment she was waiting for, she thought as the Prosecution lawyer called out Mateo's name and everyone turned in surprise to see Mr Mateo Steel, the ruthless billionaire, walking hale and hearty into the c

I was living in a house of lies, and every day the walls got thinner. Annabella’s grandfather should’ve been the one sitting on top of the empire. Not my father. My old man hadn’t built anything he’d stolen it. Piece by piece, deal by deal, lie by lie, until he gutted the Romano family and claimed their legacy as his own. And I was living off the spoils.

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.”

I left my obligations for later and left the company in the hands of someone who almost bankrupted me. “How did you get this evidence?” She smiled and looked at me without any shame. “Ah, Mikhail. Is there anything a beautiful woman can't do? Eduardo is a thief, but a thief and it was easy. I just showed him my breasts and legs and he drank me dry. It was all in the drawer of his office desk, the one in his house. It wasn't that difficult.” I never thought she'd do that, but I wanted to see his face when he found out he'd been tricked by a woman.

**** “Is this where I used to live?” Dolores asked Tyrone as they drove past the gates of the mansion. This place looked like a palace and Dolores was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was born, grew and married into a rich family. “Hmm,” Tyrone answered. Before we got married, I built it as you said you didn’t like my previous mansion." As much as he loved his wife, he had to agree that she was spoiled and very proud but that was what made him fall in love with her in the first place.

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."

Maybe I should stop hoping, it does no better than hurt. The soft buzzing of my phone woke me the next morning. A voicemail from the number yesterday. My pulse quickened as I played it. "Miss Amelia , your inheritance stems from a massive return on an investment made years ago by your father, Mr Lawn, who made you the sole beneficiary of the money." And in that moment, my heart skipped a beat. My mind went blank and my eyes widened in utter disbelief. My jaw dropped, fingers clenched into fists as I lay still on the bed.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

The silence wasn’t lonely yet—just heavy, expectant, as if the house itself was waiting for something. Elena held a small leather-bound journal in her lap—the final volume of the manuscript she had written over the last ten years. The pages were filled with her careful handwriting, the ink slightly faded where tears had fallen years ago. The last entry was dated three months earlier: Alexander would have loved today. The rain started at dawn, just like the day we met. Theo brought the twins. They asked about Grandpa again. I told them the story of the rainy night in Manhattan. They listened like it was magic. It still feels like magic to me.