Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙ My head was pounding terribly when I woke up, and the room looked like it was shaking. Wait- the room! I was met with the unfamiliar sight of a lavish bedroom, complete with gilded large windows overlooking the beautiful view of the city. This could only mean one thing, I had slept with a stranger and remembered nothing about how all this happened. It all felt like a dream except it wasn’t… The sleepy groan from the sexy man beside me made me freeze in place, downed with reality. The soft sheets beneath me, the scent of his cologne in the air, and the rich mahogany furniture confirmed that it was all real.

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.

Mason nodded. "I know. That's the money I earned myself." "You earned?" Nyla repeated. The couple stared at Mason in disbelief. How could a five-year-old possibly earn that kind of money? Damon frowned and crouched beside him. "Buddy, do you know there's 1 trillion dollars in that account? Do you understand how much that is?" Mason shook his head. "No... but it really is the money I earned." Damon asked, "Then tell Daddy, how did you earn it?"

The hallway was quiet, a nurse passing by with a clipboard, but everything felt distant. I turned to him, my expression cold, controlled. “Let’s not waste time.” His shoulders stiffened. “What do you want now? If you’re going to judge me again...” “I’ll give you one million.” He froze. For a second, he forgot how to breathe. His eyes widened, shocked, greedy, terrified, hopeful all at once. “W-What?” “One million pesos,” I repeated, my voice steady. “I’ll transfer it right now. Cash. No delays.”

"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.]

Mason nodded. "I know. That's the money I earned myself." "You earned?" Nyla repeated. The couple stared at Mason in disbelief. How could a five-year-old possibly earn that kind of money? Damon frowned and crouched beside him. "Buddy, do you know there's 1 trillion dollars in that account? Do you understand how much that is?" Mason shook his head. "No... but it really is the money I earned." Damon asked, "Then tell Daddy, how did you earn it?"

“Wait, wait. Hold on. You’re telling me this guy wants a baby out of the deal and offers you such a huge amount of money? And that’s it? What’s his name? Do you even know who he is?” Emma bit her lip, trying to remember the name Aunt Jane had told her. “Yeah, I think his name is Ryan Miller.” Sonia’s jaw dropped. “Shut up! Ryan Miller? The Ryan fucking Miller?” “Do you know him or something?” Emma asked, curious of her response and Immediately, Sonia brought out her phone and googled Ryan Miller. "Let me show you who Ryan Miller is." She flashed Emma the search results: “Forbes 30 Under 30, richest man in New York?”