Alessandra Ambrosio Net Worth Novels & Stories

Bryan glanced at Alessa, who was still busy exchanging greetings with the board. He pulled out his phone immediately to look her up. “I can't believe you didn't look her up after creating a scene because of how curious you were,” Tyler said. Bryan ignored him as he typed in Alessa’s name and her new last name. Her pictures popped up immediately with different pictures of her achievements. She is a billionaire! Everything about her on the internet was all about business, nothing personal. No relationship status, nothing about her kids either. “She is single, I think she is single,” he said as he looked up at Tyler.

She’d been getting this habit of organizing a pity party for her. Okay, she was through saying that he was utterly gorgeous, a lot more handsome than the real princes she saw on movies and on TV. Now, let’s go to his other attributes which made him more attractive to some women: Ambert was uber-rich, a young billionaire, his family being one of the richest in the country. They owned A & D Group, one of the biggest conglomerates here in the Philippines. A being his father Alfred and D for his mother, Divine. Alfred was already eighty-six years old, he married late at fifty two because he was busy making all his enterprises successful. Alfred was sixteen years older than Divine. They had three

I knew him because we always bumped into each other at every business conference since we both lived in the same world. And we were both always present at every bachelor’s party. We used to go hunting for some long legs all the time. I was grinning as I went up the stage. Alessandra was looking magnificent. She’s worth more than a half million, I thought. I quickly led her out of the stage, not giving any seconds for the men to ogle her. Our fingers intertwined as we walked closer to where Carlos. He looked disgruntled.

She had after all baited him into sleeping with her for a huge amount of money, not to talk of the property whose value was even more expensive than the money. It was a typical Ava move, to manipulate and take. Yet last night had pissed him off more than he had ever been in his life. Had he started to think differently of her? Or had... "Sir, our stocks are rising again, and fans are starting to demand the return of Ms. Wilson as the company ambassador. Our products which were boycotted have been sold out." Alessandro returned his mind to his secretary standing before him, his fingers drumming against the desk. "What did you say?"

I folded my arms and waited for her to continue, and when she saw that I wasn't letting this go, she gave in with a quiet sigh. "Her name was Alessia Marino,” she said. “She came from a very powerful family which is tied to some old Sicilian bloodlines, if anyone still believes in that sort of thing. She was beautiful, elegant, and so hot I think she contributed significantly to global warming just by existing. She was the kind of woman you'd see on the cover of a fashion magazine, and she was smart too. And im not talking book smart. I’m talking street smarts, like she was the kind of woman who could walk into a room full of politicians and gangsters and have them eating out of her hand in

The stunning beauty stepped closer, "Get your hands off of her now." "Mind your business," Cristina snapped, stepping away from me and facing the newcomer. The girl shrugged nonchalantly, "I would...if you two weren't blocking the bathroom." That voice. Recognition slammed me in the face when I realized who I was staring at. Tall, poised, with effortlessly stylish hair and cheekbones that could cut glass. Those trademark large brown eyes sold me off, and I gasped. It was her! The girl from the magazine covers. The face on billboards. It was Alessia Hart, the internationally-known model who was in a current partnership with Victoria Secrets.