A Woman Worth Billions Novels & Stories

And now, she was a threat to the business I had built from scratch. I had been so sure I was making the right decision by picking Natalia over her. After all, what she portrayed was a worthless woman who was only good for being on her knees. And she was so good at it. So I thought I had upgraded. I thought I had won when I offered her a chance of being my side piece to warm my bed whenever I wanted, a chance to still be in my life. But she chose to marry Damian Moretti. A man who had a net worth of over 20 billion dollars. A man who could give her the world.

If the other people would hear about this, they might vomit blood due to anger of how much the Kings easily throw money like some kind of paper towels. She shook her head and decided not to care, a measly $3 million does not faze her at all, even when she was still a fulltime wife and mother, her own net worth was more than enough to dazzle anyone as someone who owns a percentage from her family’s chain of companies and businesses. And now that she works under her grandfather’s company as the current CEO and training chairwoman after her grandfather’s retirement. Whatever she had inside her bank account will be twice or thrice as much now.

“The money that Matthew pays me is not even enough for me to buy cosmetics while James gives me enough money to buy a house in the city, who do you think I should be loyal to?” I really couldn't continue arguing with her or else before they did something to me I would have been angry to death. The salary that Matthew paid the maid in the mansion was equal to the longtime employees in the corporation. If that money was only enough for her to buy cosmetics, then I thought she should not be a maid but should better develop herself to become a Billionaire's Wife. But after all, not everyone could become a billionaire's wife, sometimes trying not to equal fate.

To everyone, she really looked like she was mourning but, in actual fact, she was hiding the smile on her face. "Let's all come to a conclusion right now then. If you agree you can raise your hands up and if you don't, you should have your hand down." A supporter of May and Lily said. "I don't know who called for this meeting but, the presence of the biggest shareholder is very important." They all heard someone say as the door to the conference room was pushed open from the outside. They all turned their head towards the door and saw three people walk in. A very beautiful lady who was dressed in a three-piece wine color suit. Her hair was styled in a bun and she was wearing heels that made

Several people were all stunned. For the sake of money, Claire was willing to let her reputation go to waste. Nobody could be as shameless as her. “It’s really the first time for me to meet a woman like you. At the very least, your daughter is a CEO. Aren’t you afraid that she’d be embarrassed by what you just did?” Waltz asked. Madame Claire didn’t care at all and said, “How much is reputation worth? We’re talking about ten billion dollars here. These days, if one can show up with a hundred million dollars, that’d be good enough for reputation, let alone ten billion dollars!”

The man on her right stated breaking the silence. “Sir besides, this is you robbing us off. Our company is worth more than 17 billion dollars, including all the houses, estates we own in various location” The one on her left added. The amount 17 billion kept echoing in her head causing her to swallow hard. She didn’t even know what they were talking about. She was just an advertiser and a soon to be actress, she doesn’t know a dime about running a company, she thought and stared blanky at the men.

“We’re just tryna get to the bottom of why someone clearly targeted and took her. Any ideas boys” “Money”, I growled out loudly. Why else would anyone take her? “She’s twenty-one years old and between mine and her financial assets, she’s worth over a billion dollars. Not me! Not the businesses! Her… Her net worth is over a billion fucking dollars, so why wouldn’t anyone grab her”? The officer lets out a low whistle. “I think we’re going to need back up on this one. Let me make a few phone calls”.

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

Not when he had supermodels falling at his feet. “I’m sure it’s blackmail. There is no other explanation.” I could taste the bitterness in her tone. You would think for a woman her age she would not busy herself with such issues but my mother was a housewife to a rather well-off man. Gossip and pilates were her pastimes. “He is worth billions, not just one-something-billion. The man is worth 40 billion dollars. He is not your average 1%. He is the 0.1% of the 1%.”

the voice repeated. She met a pale looking brunette outside, she was tall and stood elegantly, her emerald eyes sparkling with determination. She was adorned with jewelry which could pay Addison’s rent for at least two years. It was evident that she did not belong in this part of town. It was obvious that she was from the rich part of London. “You’re home early” The lady said mockingly, a smile forming at the side of her mouth. “I got fired” Addison said “Oh, what a shame” the lady pretended