Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

She left cash on the table for a meal we hadn't eaten and walked out, leaving me standing there with campaign materials I hadn't asked for and an offer that felt simultaneously generous and exploitative. Ten million dollars. No equity. Just a loan that would let me scale GRACE beyond what Elena's two million could do, that would fund manufacturing and marketing and maybe even retail partnerships.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.

"You are my assistant, after all." His brows drew together as he peered at her, his gaze heavy, as though daring her to argue. A pang struck her right where it hurt; she knew she could never be more than an assistant to him. Henri Gagnon was the "Golden Prince" of Montreal—utterly unattainable. Elizabeth was dreaming if she wanted more than a seat outside his office. She was dreaming if she thought the desire in his eyes was for her. She was dreaming to think that, even if it were, he would ever act on it—or that she would dare let him.

The applause was thunderous, and for the first time in weeks, Sophia felt a sense of triumph. --- A Sudden Blow But the victory was short-lived. As Sophia and Lucas mingled with the attendees, Chris approached with a grim expression. “We have a problem,” he said, handing them a tablet. The screen displayed a breaking news headline: “Scandal at Muller Corp: Sean Muller’s Shady Deals Resurface.” Sophia’s heart sank as she read the article. It detailed a questionable business deal her father had made years ago, twisting the facts to imply that Sophia had benefited from it.

"Everyone, calm down. This has to be a technical glitch. Or someone's prank." [As a show of good faith, a one-million-dollar reward will now be transferred to each player.] [Please check your balance.] My banking app pinged with a new notification. A million dollars. The room erupted. Everyone was frantically checking their phones. "Oh my god, it's real!" "This is impossible!" "A million dollars! It's really here!" Liam’s face went pale. He knew. [Phase 1: Choose Your Sanctuary.] [Option A: The Main House - Ample supplies, wide view, accommodates 10 people.]

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

SOFIA'S POV Wh-what did she just say? I stared at Mallory, thumb still resting against her clit, her fingers still warm against mine, the noise of the club pressing in around us from every direction. For a moment I was certain I'd misheard her. The music was loud. The cocktails had been strong. My brain was not operating at full capacity. "One million dollars," she repeated, quieter this time, like she understood it needed a second pass. "To be ours. Lorenzo's and mine."