A Woman Worth Billions Novels & Stories

"I would be more than happy to let these girls go as they are quite a strain on my finances as well. As you know, humans have a short survivability without food or water, so I've had to purchase these things myself. It would hurt not to get any compensation for them." "You're wasting my time," I sighed. "What do you really want?" "You're not fun," he sighed. "But, you're right. These women are not worth a billion dollars each. One woman is worth twenty billion dollars though." "And what does that have to do with me?" I asked. "You have that woman in your hands," he chuckled. "You see, I'm surprised you do not know her worth." I immediately had a bad feeling about where this was going.

Wolfe. She repeated the name in her head. It sounded like she had heard it somewhere. Without raising suspicion, she retrieved her phone from her black bag and stylishly typed it on the internet. The colors flickering through the room reflecting on her phone’s screen. The music played was soft and elegant. Not like music, people her kind danced to at clubs. It popped up. Their net worth. 100 billion dollars. Her mouth fell open in shock.

… The news anchor announced with excitement, "Latest news! Under Winston's leadership, Goodvist Group's net worth is now officially 15 billion!" Beyond the screen was a prison yard. A disheveled woman suddenly fell onto her knees and cried her heart out. Some people lost those they loved. Some lost their dignity. All I did was serve them their just desserts.

It is unbelievable. No, something isn't right. I took a step back, trying to breathe. My entire world felt like it had tilted sideways. How in God’s name did she end up owning one of the most powerful companies on earth? How did she become the face behind the King Empire, the richest and most feared empire in the business world? This didn’t make any sense. I knew Emily’s background. I knew her family very well. They weren’t that rich, not even close. After her father died, I remembered how her stepmother kicked her out. She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come?

Just… cold. I typed ‘William Security Solutions’ into my search bar. The result loaded. It was a multinational company. Legit. Then I clicked on the Wikipedia page for “William and Family.” My jaw dropped. Net worth: $6 billion. What? This wasn’t some shady basement gig. One photo stood out—William himself, flanked by two women. One I assumed was his wife. The other, his daughter. The daughter was brunette. I thought rich people only gave birth to blondes.

ELENA LAURENT: THE BILLIONAIRE BEHIND VALE INTERNATIONALS' SHOCKING SEVEN POINT EIGHT PERCENT STAKE Adrian stared. "She's a billionaire?" "Apparently." The television anchor continued. "Financial markets are reacting to the revelation that technology investor Elena Laurent has accumulated a almost seven point eight percent stake in Vale International, the company founded by her former husband family, Adrian Vale." Former husband. The words sounded strangely cold. Adrian looked at Daniel. "How much?" "What?" "How much is she worth?" "Estimates vary. Somewhere between one-point-two and one-point-eight billion dollars." Adrian laughed once.

“Kate, practically every industry needs a developer. It can be at the bank. Hospitals. Universities. Real estate businesses.” I frowned. “Real estate?” “Yes. Those companies needs you.” She replied. “I’ve never worked in real estate.” My nose wrinkled. “You don’t need to know how to build an apartment.” She laughed. “That’s surprisingly good advice.” I admitted, a grin breaking through. “Thank you, I’m full of wisdom.” She lifted her chin, preening. “Debatable.” I smirked. She threw her napkin at me. We cleaned up the kitchen, and I returned to my laptop.

Why was she only worth sixty million to them, while that broken-down bitch Trista was worth a billion? What did that Silverlight loser have that she didn't?

She remembered believing when nobody else did, not even him. For a moment, pride overwhelmed everything. Maybe it had all been worth it. When the ceremony ended, guests swarmed Adrian instantly. Executives, investors, and journalists all wanted a piece of him. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Isabelle stood at a distance, watching the familiar scene. This was the price of success, and she'd signed up for it. A beautiful blonde in an elegant silver dress stepped toward Adrian. She couldn't have been older than twenty-eight. She extended her hand, her fingers lingering a moment too long.

“Especially about what I am truly capable of. You know nothing about me, Richard. Nothing about Bianca Harrington and nothing about what I can do.” Her voice grew firmer as she continued. “I won't blame you for calling me wretched because, for years, I allowed you to see me that way. All my life, I acted poor, helpless, and foolish around you because I believed it would make our relationship smoother. I thought it would make things easier between us.” She paused briefly before lifting her chin proudly. “But for your information, I am worth far more than one point five billion dollars. In fact, I can afford that amount with the snap of my fingers.”