Yerno Millonario Novels & Stories

This is what I came here for. But apparently, that's not all. He picks up an envelope and pulls out a check. "Additionally, you will receive a cash prize of three million dollars." I'm sorry. WHAT? My brain completely shuts down. Like someone unplugged me from the wall. Three million. With an M. As in million. As in more zeros than I've ever seen on a check in my entire life. I stare at it. Blink. Stare again. Wonder if I'm hallucinating. Wonder if this is all a very nice dream.

Leonardo suddenly spoke making everyone go silent. “One million dollars?! Is there anyone here who can surpass that?” “20 million dollars." Andrew spoke, throwing Leonardo a smirk. “Wow! 20 million dollars??!” "100 million." Leonardo glared at him. "200 million." "450 million." "500 million." "200 billion dollars." Leonardo finally spoke and everywhere instantly went pin drop silent, even Andrew was stunned. “200 billion?!!!!!!! Going.. going.. and gone!!! Miss, that man now has you for a whole day!”

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

Rihanna pressed. “Because of the Human Microchip Celine possesses. Professor Yuen once told me about the brilliance of that microchip. If I were the first to release it to the market, my name would become famous worldwide. Not only that, but I could also be hailed as the new Golden Zillionaire, since I’d be the richest man in the world.” his greed was apparent. “Idiot, hahaha… don’t you know? You can never match the Golden Zillionaire. Aside from being a zillionaire, he has many other identities you don’t know about. He’s also…”

"Are you busy today?" "No, why?" "Do you know the most expensive mall in the capital? Just accompany me to shopping. But take it easy. I will also pay for all your groceries." "Wow, did Aleandro give you 80 million dollars in allowances?" "No, I got a black credit card from Aleandro." Melly was silent for a while, before a shrill scream from her mouth nearly pierced Yuriel's eardrums. She frowned, pulling the phone away from her ear. Melly's loud voice could still be heard.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement every time I placed a bet. But then, something unexpected happened. As the final hand was dealt, the game master turned to me with a wide smile. “Congratulations, Noah. You’ve just won one million dollars.” The world seemed to stop for a moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right. A million dollars?

My eyes went wide. That night, I lay on a king-size bed, surrounded by jewelry and beautiful dresses, snacking on cherries flown in from Caraska. As I savored them, Yara's call came through. "Prepare one million dollars. Meet me at the cafe tomorrow afternoon."

she read the words, her brows narrowing. What the hell.. she thought. She suspected it to be spam or one of the many internet prank from a bored and jobless individual until she saw the amount of money attached to the advert, her eyes pooped up widely. "One million dollars!" She gasped, her shrilled voice filling the room. She was beyond dazzled, she didn't hear the door to her room opening nor Yvonne walking in. "Here's your lemonade," Yvonne dropped the cup on the table in front of her.

The morning light filtered through the large glass windows of Sheena Valerio’s penthouse, casting a warm glow on the pristine marble floors. She sat elegantly on her white leather couch, sipping her morning coffee as she scrolled through her phone, expecting another routine day of social media updates and business news. But the moment her eyes landed on the latest headline, her fingers froze mid-scroll. “Theodore Thatcher Ties the Knot in a Private Ceremony” Her breath hitched. No. That… that couldn’t be right.

I was just the excuse, the pretty object they were fighting over to prove a point to each other. "Jin, stop," I whispered urgently, my hand going to his arm under the table. "This is insane. Let it go." He didn't look at me. His jaw was a hard line, his entire body thrumming with a cold, focused fury. "Eight hundred thousand," he said, his voice cutting through the gasps in the room. Ilay laughed, a rich, amused sound. "A million." The number hung in the air, obscene and terrifying. Jin’s expression didn't change. He opened his mouth to bid again.