The Lowly Son In Law Is Quadrillionaire Novels & Stories

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

"Veronica Lawson would have destroyed you if she didn't approve of you, but I need to know, how long have you been together with her daughter?" "Since...before her divorce. I saved her from her ex-husband." "So her story from the trashy show was real?" "Yes." Mr Dawson took him in for a few minutes before nodding slowly. The man seated before him was sick, dying and without a rightful heir for his assets; his sons were druggies, and that worked to his benefit. It would take ages to get him to- Two men approached them from behind Mr Dawson, and one of them pulled a document and plopped it on the table.

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?”

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

"Hey, Old Man. What 'wife' are you talking about? My beloved Mommy is only mine! I’m going to marry her when I grow up! You don't get to just come in here and call her your wife." Silas just laughed again, shaking his head. He didn't seem bothered by my outburst. In fact, he looked charmed. Just a moment ago, he had been the serious, strict billionaire I saw on the news, and now he was acting like a kid, just because he found out he had a son. It was confusing.

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night with the stranger) EPISODE TWO Theme: I don’t want to get married. ACE CLARK FAMILY MANSION Thirty two years old Ace Clark was the Vice President of his family multi billionaire company. Clark corporation was a multi billionaire dollar companies that dabbled in everything in New York, from canning food products to fancy restaurants and small cafes and the others. Clark corporation was rated as one of the most influential businesses while Ace Clark was listed among top 30 CEOS on Forbes.

The only question now was: how long could he keep smiling? Adrian came from a poor family. His mother worked as a housekeeper, scraping together enough money to send him to a respectable university. After entering the workforce, he started at the very bottom and clawed his way up, step by step, to earn his current position. He believed that marrying the chairman’s daughter would launch him to success, but he didn’t realize that the title of "son-in-law" was just a convenient label. To the heiress, he was nothing more than a plaything to kill time with, and to her brother, a mobile organ donor.

I nodded my head firmly and told my son, "If you don't want to go with him, I'll always stick by your side and give everything I've got to protect you." My son laughed, turned around, and looked at the man. "Why did you come here?" He asked. The man replied calmly, "I'm Nathan Quinn, the president of my company. "We are the richest family, with assets exceeding trillions, and salaries worth hundreds of millions. You won't ever go bankrupt even if you splurged like crazy. "As for me, I'm thirty-eight years old, still have yet to find my successor. Not only do you look very much like me, but also you're intelligent. I've decided you're my son. Our family will not have illegitimate kids."

"You own several companies...?" "Yes dear, about seven of them, of course I am the CEO of all... I worked very hard to come this far...besides, my father and grand father's were billionaires too..my great grandfather was actually a quadrillionaire. .. so it's actually kinda hereditary which means my son's would be like me. You should be very grateful you're joining this family" He said. Oops, he is full of himself too. I nodded anyways. "Maya, am I gonna work in the company you are always at?" I asked him and..to the shock of my life he blurted a capital lettered "NO".

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.