Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

an unfamiliar voice asked, their voice formal and authoritative. "Yes? Sure." "I'm calling to inform you that you’re entitled to five-hundred-million-dollar. A sudden return from a long term investment from Mr Lawn who made you the sole beneficiary of the money.” What? My breath caught in my throat. "What...what are you talking about?" "We’ll provide details for getting your money. Please come to... " Beep! The line went dead. I pulled the phone away. My battery was dead. No....not now! My mind raced. Five hundred million? Was this a mistake... but what if it’s not?

“Hope you have enough money saved up cause this would be the last taste of luxury you’d have in the next millennial “ my mother sneered “No you can’t pull out the investment nnttt “ Mr Smith stammered “We just signed a ten billion dollar worth deal and you pulling out would mean we’d have to pay back and that could cost us the company” “correction, you would have to pay back not we cause the Woods are closing all business with your family and reasons being a breach in contract, if you have any complaints you can take it to my lawyer and if that isn’t enough for you then how about a lawsuit then, that way your family would be completely destroyed” Dad added then walked out with my mum and me

Damien's eyes curved into a smile, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, "That's good." Felix looked at his smile, trembled and chattered his teeth, "Damien, please don't smile like that. It scares me." Tuchel, Bernard and the others felt sorry for Felix. As they all know, apart from being known as the richest man in New York, he also has another title: King of Hades. If Hades smiles at you, it's not a good omen. Unfortunately, they were all wrong this time. Damien didn't have a fit and instead glanced back at Jane standing at the door, "Why are you standing there?"

“Since when is money ever enough? Can’t you see that everyone is working their butts off all the time? Like, look at cars. Those who can’t afford a single vehicle envy motorcyclists. Motorcyclists envy those who can buy local cars. Local car owners envy those who can buy imported cars. Imported car owners envy those who can buy luxury cars! Greed and desire are bottomless—they are what drives progress!” Who would have known that Joey dabbled in philosophy too? Not that Javier was in the mood for it. When the traffic signal turned red, he produced his phone and asked Joey for her bank account. Joey thought Javier was just checking his messages, so she paid him no mind. Then, suddenly, she rec

logo, also in golden. "It's a special card you can use to buy anything up to One Hundred Million Pesos," Heath explained calmly. "W-what?!" Gale exclaimed, trying to return the card. "I... I can't accept this." "Please, Gale. I won't be able to sleep if you don't accept it," Abi said with tears welling in her eyes. "But I don't know what to do with this. I'm just a poor guy who has never held even Ten Thousand Pesos. This card is too much for me," Gale admitted. A Million Pesos was a huge amount for him; a hundred million was unfathomable.

Those words of the doctor still sounded in my head, with the ting effect of a bell sounding in the cathedral, even after I had dashed out to go in search of money which we didn’t have. Later, while swallowed in my misery and gloom, a young beautiful nurse by name, Stella, told me of a billionaire by name, Fanny Luis, who was worth fifty billion dollars and the richest family in Rio Hondo. “Listen Melissa,” Nurse Stella had said, “If you could get to the billionaire he would certainly be of help,” she told me emphatically. “He is very generous. I can count quite a number of Rio Hondo he has helped.” Later, at twilight, she took me to this huge edifice, a villa with plaster of gold and preciou

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

"Announcement! Announcement!Announcement! The music stopped playing from the radio station as the voice of the radio personality came up to their hearings. "What do they have to say again?" Miranda asked disdainfully as her mouth squeezed to her head. "Shut up! Let me hear!" Helga cautioned her. "A billionaire is in search of his daughter he dumped at a house in Coronado nineteen years ago, whosoever finds or has the details of the child will be rewarded a whopping sum of thirty million dollars, you are free to contact us on this private line if you know the whereabouts of the child. +1(301) 2233 545...."