A Woman Worth Billions Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, I was working fourteen-hour days under constant supervision, being treated like a criminal by my own ex-wife. Something had to change. And if that something meant finding a wealthy woman who could invest in my future, then that's what I would do. I had spent the past week researching Sacramento's wealthiest single women, studying their business interests and social activities. Margaret Whitman was a widow whose late husband had left her a real estate empire worth fifty million dollars. Linda Harrison owned a chain of successful restaurants and was known for investing in promising entrepreneurs. And Elena Westbrook was a sophisticated forty-five-year-old businesswoman who had built

She asked, some part of her already suspected the answer before Denise provided it. "Blackwood Group's most recent quarterly valuation places Mr. Blackwood's personal net worth at approximately one point nine billion dollars." Denise said, her tone entirely neutral, simply reciting figures rather than offering any commentary on what they might mean. "Amelia Hart's inherited wealth alone, independent of her family's larger holdings, already exceeds that figure." The room around Sophia seemed to grow quieter. "She was always wealthier than him." Sophia said slowly, almost to herself. "The entire time. Every dinner she prepared, every event she attended as his wife, every moment people looked a

Rain hammered against the windshield like countless silver bullets. The city beyond the glass was a blur of lights and shadows, distorted by the violent storm raging through the night. A black luxury sedan sped down the deserted highway. Inside the vehicle sat a woman whose name alone could shake the business world. Elena Hart. At twenty-eight years old, she was worth billions. She was the youngest chairwoman in the country's history. A financial genius. A self-made queen. Countless companies bowed before her.

The luxurious boardroom of the De La Vega Headquarters was enveloped in deafening silence. The morning sunlight reflected off the enormous glass windows overlooking the capital's entire financial district. At the center of the room, Isabella De La Vega sat at the head of a long mahogany conference table. She wore a sleek, charcoal-black tailored power suit and an expensive diamond watch that symbolized her newfound power as CEO. Before her sat the twelve members of the Board of Directors, all silent with their heads slightly bowed, as though awaiting a verdict from the sole heiress of the empire.

After all, she was Billina Bernand and her employees were aware of it. "Ma'am please don't do this.." the man came closer to her, pleading but Patrick and Ron quickly stopped him on the way. "The decision is final. Don't you know her?" Patrick said in an impassive tone. With a wave of her hand, the man was being taken away by the security. "I don't tolerate this shit in my office. You all know this..." with this the lecture began. Billina Bernand was a billionaire beauty. Burying herself in work she was single, being an independent woman and running a big corporation.

And, not wanting to think about those sad times, I blinked to keep the tears, resuming being overwhelmed by the coolness around me. I sighed. I was glad. Glad to the extreme. Who would have known that that little, wretched girl from ten years ago, would be the one standing on the balcony of the ninth floor of this ten storey building? Who would have known she would be the owner of this very big, reputable, one of the most cherished companies? To wrap it all, who would have known that tiny beggar would end up being this respected billionaire? Unable to contain my emotion, a tear left my eye. Indeed, I was proud of myself. I was the woman I wanted to be. I was the true daughter of Lesa Warren,

Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter. " The William family has offered us a huge sum of 5 million dollars for our princess, of course it's because she is carrying their grandchild. It will help us alot especially in our business. The other benefits are the three contracts which Mr William said he needed to talk to u about and if you won't like them, he will then offer them to one of his friends. Are we not lucky to get such opportunities? Don't you think we should speed up ... "Enough! I have had enough of àll this woman. Money, it's just money, money is all you think about! What kind of a human being

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

He erupted from his seat and began reading loudly from his tablet, ‘ELIZABETH BLYTH FORBES, A YOUNG CEO AND FOUNDER OF CLOVER GROUP OF COMPANIES WITH 5 SUBSIDIARIES, WITH A NET WORTH OF 9OO BILLION DOLLARS MAKES IT FIRST TO FORBES LIST AND WINS HER 6TH GOLDEN GLOBE AWARD AS THE FEMALE ENTREPRENEUR OF THE YEA...' I didn't wait for him to finish the words because, in a split second, I had stomped toward him and snatched the device from his hands.

He said coldly: "My wife graduated from the most prestigious university in the United States. Her time at the school continuously received scholarships with excellent achievements. My wife also won many awards there, bringing great resonance to the fashion industry. She is the youngest and most famous designer in this company, the number of contracts brought to the company recently is not a few. In addition, my wife is not "the one". that kind of thing,” she has a name, her name is Jennifer Martinez, from this perspective, all of the people present here are not qualified to carry her slippers.”