Alessandra Ambrosio Net Worth Novels & Stories

|•Marin• | I'd given Cain's office what was left of the money I'd brought into the marriage myself, savings from my own accounts, a few still under my name alone. There'd been a job waiting for me once, an offer from a trade advisory firm in Geneva, a posting my degree was built for, six figures and my name on the letterhead within a year. There'd been my father's company too, Antonio's company, the only daughter he had, the only Alessi left to hand anything to. Weston made it clear a Vane didn't work for someone else's firm, mine included. I'd traded all of it for galas and charity boards instead, the visibility expected of a CEO's wife, and called it a fair exchange at the time.

I avoided doing that but knowing Nora, she definitely looked him up. “I did. Alessandro Marchesi Benedetti, thirty-five, tech guru and game developer, his last public relationship was five years ago, his only known public relationships were the ones with a Brazilian actress and a Kenyan-born supermodel. I thought he would be a player by the way you described him but he isn’t.” I never described him as a player, she made that up. “His past known girlfriends are gorgeous, one has a fiancée and the other got married last year.”

“If he wanted attention, he got it. If he wanted war, he’s about to get it.” Pasha didn’t look up from her Mass Comm notes. “His mother owns Wesley Global Network. Net worth 2M under Wolfe Media. But net worth doesn’t buy class. Or timing.” Beatrice said nothing. She just fanned herself once. Slow. Deliberate. The sound of the blades was the only warning she gave. Across the arena, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the tunnel. Music dropped.Scream elope the stadium. Florian Wesley walked out.

"We're not teenagers Bella, don't be so upright. Matter of factly, I already told them about you and they would definitely want to see you one of these days." "Really?" I remember nodding, smiling, playing it cool but inside, I was already calculating. Christiana Salazar. Daughter of Giveon Salazar, oil magnate. Heiress to the Salazar name. The girl who dropped $3,200 on a purse like it was a chocolate bar and handed it to me like a birthday favor. Who does that?

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.

There even looked to be paparazzi taking photos. “Who is that?” I asked. Zoe looked where I was looking and stood on her toes a bit to get a better look. “Oh, wow, that’s Anthony Preciado. He’s like a seriously famous painter, like world-renowned. His net worth is in the billions,” Zoe explained with a bit of awe in her tone.