The Lowly Son In Law Is Quadrillionaire Novels & Stories

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 had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

"Did your mother teach you to lie? A five-year-old already knows how to lie for adults?" Leo froze. Tears instantly flooded out. Ella's heart shattered. She held her son. She looked at Alexander. Her voice trembled. "Alexander, you won't even believe your own son? You trust her that much?" "I trust my own ears!" Alexander said. His voice was cold. "I walked in and heard the word 'bastard'! Ella, I've accommodated you enough! I'll give you whatever you want. Property, funds, next quarter's jewelry budget. I also said I'd compensate you. I'd celebrate the birthday with you both. What more do you want? Must you make this house a complete mess?"

“You are not considering anything, Franklin. You are delaying. And I do not like delays.” He let out a nervous laugh. It sounded fake and high-pitched. “Look, I have a wife. Kids. A reputation. I can’t just flip on Ethan Cadwell overnight. The man has been good to me.” I raised an eyebrow. “Good to you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes. Good to me.” “That is an interesting choice of words,” I said softly, “from a man who has over three million dollars in secret gambling debts. A man whose wife has no idea he’s been borrowing from dangerous loan sharks to hide his addiction.”

Mom had rehearsed in front of me the day before, and now she was brimming with confidence. She wore the white strapless dress Dad liked best and flipped through a couple of pages. I caught the numbers out of the corner of my eye. Hah. Fifty million more, plus two apartments. Against his three billion, it was nothing. Even the comments were outraged on our behalf. [That's it? Did he get rich by being a cheapskate?] [He still has no idea his wife and kid know exactly how loaded he is!] [Man's addicted to lowballing people.]

A man who only got into the Harrison family later on should know better than to be haughty! Later on… How specific. "Is it because the money isn't enough? A lowly live-in son-in-law really is as greedy as people say," she spat out, her eyes flicking toward the envelope on the table. "Fine. Name your price." I looked at Mildred. "Mrs. Lowe Senior, when choosing a son-in-law, we value two things—upbringing and character. Unfortunately, neither the Lowe family nor your grandson seems to have either." "What did you just say?"

Her heart skipped as she read the name: Tristan Blake. “What does he look like?” She turned to Richmond. Richmond adjusted his seat before answering. “He’s hardly seen in society, but his name is always heard. From what I hear, Tristan is a cold, indifferent billionaire. You do not need him to be romantic, Joan. You need his shield.” Joan exhaled, taking in Richmond’s words. After what she had seen with Keon, she did not think she needed a husband anymore. If Tristan could only be there to protect her inheritance, that would be enough.

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

"Stella, you must get married to my son for my paying whatever it takes to save your business from going bankrupt." "What?" I really couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Yes, Stella, my son David adores you, and you will not find a greater life partner than my son. You will gain from embracing my condition in every manner, including getting back your company and your life partner like David." She declared with great enthusiasm.

He said, throwing the divorce papers in my face. I leave the room very humiliated and pissed off. Who does this man even think he is? When I expected him and his daughter to come begging me on their knees to ask me for a job in the company. I wanted to see them crawling at my feet and licking the floor. I wanted to see them become like tramps, less than nothing. But here I am more disappointed. And to think that they didn't even waste time finding another job at such high-paying positions. To believe that they were born with luck. It's all the work of that tramp from Dinam. I thought I was done with him, but I learn that he is the son of a billionaire. Decidedly, this guy is very lucky. I re