Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

Yohan explained to me. My mouth opened again in surprise and amazement at what he just told me. Wow! Just like... WOW!! I can't believe how wealthy the Meritts really are and that they can afford to build something like this on an island. Well, Yohan is indeed wealthy, but he hasn't built something like this before, but because he is also Revas Meritt, everything here belongs to him! Now I realize that Yohan is the richest person here in the L.A. when you include the wealth of the Warrens and the Meritts.

The sentence struck a chord with Yannis. Yannis was born and bred in luxury—not to mention she had been immersed in the entertainment industry's fame and fortune. She was accustomed to the best of everything. Gritting her teeth angrily, she picked up the microphone and declared, "150 million dollars!" Her voice reverberated through the entire hall, causing a commotion. Exclamations of surprise erupted in the hall. Astonishingly, both bids came from the same room. The crowd wondered if someone was actually bidding against themselves.

I had no idea the property would cost that much," Arya said, very surprised. "Well, beautiful, from what I see, it's one of the cheaper ones, so you're practically a millionaire," Ayden clarified, looking at the document Gabriel had given him with the property valuation. Arya was surprised and took the sheet from her beloved's hand. "It can't be; these sums are astronomical," she declared, and Robin snatched the sheet to look at it too. "Friend! Yesterday, you were having lunch under a bridge, and today you're having breakfast with a millionaire," Robin laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but he felt terrible.

Judging from Gabriel’s reaction, no way he was the one who sent the necklace. Immediately, she opened the folded note. ‘We have Richard Miller, your brother. He took some of our items and had paid nothing. If you want him alive, send one million dollars before ten p.m. today. For identity verification, we sent you your brother’s necklace and his video. If you are late or don’t send the money, next we will send your brother’s corpse to your place.’ Then there was a bank account number too that she had to send money.

, Rachel said. Skycrest Tower, the gleaming glass giant dominating downtown Los Angeles, was a sanctuary for billionaires. This ultra-luxurious skyscraper boasted a five-star hotel, penthouse apartments, rooftop lounges, and private event halls. Tonight's event would take place in the Echelon Ballroom on the 39th floor, with early arrivals gathering in the Aurora Lounge just below.

he often yells. Soon, the doorbell chimes a peaceful tune. “$15.20,” the delivery man grumbles. I examine the receipt and hand over the money, plus a tip. After getting settled on the plush couch, I hear my computer ding with a notification. “Shit, what now?” I hiss. I meander over to the table and check my email. 1 unopened message from Genevieve Williams. “Genevieve,” I say under my breath.

“One moment is enough to change your life” “I think I have something for you.” Fumbling through her purse she grabbed something. “It’s okay, ma’am I didn’t help you to get a reward.” With a faint smile, I refused her to reward me. “Well, you helped Alessia Romano and I would love to return this favour by helping you. Here you go.” She placed a card in my hand. “Denver’s Group of Companies. One of the leading companies in Milan. I’m giving you this golden opportunity to hit the jackpot. Be there at nine.”

He checked his cell phone and realized he had several missed calls from his older brother, Bruno. Bruno Hoffmann was the eldest of the three sons of the owner of the Einsam club empire. Years before in New York, he had created the first hotel and club Seasons, which had gained fame among the high society. It was a peculiar and intimate place, known for its extravagance and psychedelic atmosphere. Admission to this club required a six-month wait and an exhaustive investigation of the person, including high-ranking individuals, millionaires, and powerful sheikhs.

she said trying to wipe off her tears but fresh ones won't stop coming. "You are not beautiful, you are not wealth, you don't even have a good background, an orphan and to crown it all, you have an heart problem that you need a transplant, and you expect me to borrow funds for you. You don't worth it" Peter said and handed over an envelope to her. "You are getting married to the president's daughter?" She forced herself to yell in shocked, she read the envelope over and over again, as she couldnt believe her eye still.

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.