Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

William said. Scott turned the channel. “Now, we’re going to switch over to Barbara with ‘Who’s Who and Who’s New’ segment. Take it away, Barb,” the male anchor said. “Thanks, Frank. Billionaire Construction Magnet, Scott Kelly, has resurfaced in the Orlando area. However, we have not been able to reach him for comment or an interview. But, don’t fear, we have been able to find out what our long-lost billionaire has been up to despite his father’s efforts to dissuade us,” the woman said with a smirk.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

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...."

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

Fiona frowned when she saw the card. Ken chuckled triumphantly. “There’s 100 million in it. A whole 100 million in it! If you’d help us out, you’ll guarantee Selena’s happiness and secure a happy life with all this money! Isn’t that a good thing?” “100 million!” Fiona gasped, an audible gulp followed suit.

Well, the girl thought it was more difficult than a mouse. "How?" Tangerine asked Uno. "I learned how to change old money to a new one, now I got millions." The young man answered. Wait what? Are you millions? Why is there so much old money that this person has to make millions of his money and your resort quickly? "No one told me that the currency of my money was way too expensive, the value was too high, I almost drowned in the amount." It's boasting.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

Leaving the bar with a wicked smile on my face, I headed home to prepare for the call. Scarlett’s POV I've been going all over town, asking anyone and everyone for help. But it seems like all my efforts have been in vain. I can't believe how hard it is to come up with the money I need for my sister's surgery. I've gone to every bank and lending institution in the area, but none of them are willing to loan me the amount I need. I even tried to sell some of my own belongings, but everything I own is worth so little that it wouldn't make much of a difference.