Alessandra Ambrosio Net Worth Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well, you should have called me first," She yelled, breathing heavily, tears already flowing down from her eyes. Albert sighed. "They didn't even give me any chance. I am sorry, Alessia." Alessia sniffed, diving her hand through her hair. She was tired. Everything happening to her lately was just too much. "How much for a day of oxygen?" She asked, her tone shaky. "1 million dollars" Her eyes widened in shock. "What?" She found herself shuddering, not believing her ear. Some people might say, 'Why is she surprised?' . Doesn't she have money since she was born into a rich family? But then it's far from the worst

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but our brand is very familiar with every elite and celebrity out there. And I have never seen you in any magazine. Are you the one looking for a billion-dollar dress?” “As a matter of fact, I am,” I reply, crossing my arms. She turns back to Celeste, her voice laced with suggestion. “You’re very generous to gift her a dress of that scale, but I’m sure we could find something… more reasonable.” “Just attend to her,” Celeste snaps. “She might not be important to you now, but her husband certainly is.” The manager narrows her eyes. “Pray tell, who might that be?” “Alessandro Vanilli.”

"I’ve only heard of them on the news and read about them in tabloids. My cousins, children of Aunt Norma, are supposedly involved. But... what does this have to do with our conversation?" She responded, still confused, feeling more dizzy as Domenic, now revealing himself as her cousin, spoke again to answer her last question. "Well, let’s just say that you, Natalia Nicolette Lorenzo, are the missing heir to those multi-billion dollar companies. You are richer than the wealthiest people in the Philippines, Natalia. You are the lost heir to our family’s huge business empire. You... are Alessandra Collins."

Amelia paused for a second, “He’s old?” “No. He should be around his mid-thirties” I correct. “Yeah yeah, Icy blue eyes, nerve-racking physique, why do I feel like I know who you are talking about” Amelia says with a mischievous smile dangling on her lips. My brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at her. She pulled back getting up and picking up her phone from the table. “It has to be Alexandra Di Mario, New York's hottest billionaire. Rumors have it that he’s ruthless, powerful, and has zero relationship records” she informs as she types on her phone.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

"Valentina, you're better at this than I thought. I underestimated you. Tell me, how exactly did you bribe Mr. Vitale? Did you steal Gotti Group's money to buy him Romanée-Conti, or did you sell your own body and sleep your way into his—" "Chiudi la bocca!" Before she could finish, Alessandro slapped her hard across the face. "Who gave you permission to insult Ms. Caruso?" Afterward, he pulled a pocket square from his suit, wiping his hand in sheer disgust. "Ms. Caruso has three entire cabinets packed with vintage Romanée-Conti in her wine cellar. Do you really think she'd need money from beggars like you?" "What?" Matteo stared at me in shock. "Valentina, since when do you own a wine cellar

he asked, his tone polite but distant. Ava's eyes sparkled as she replied, "I've been doing great, Alexander. I returned from the States a few days ago. It's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it?" Ava Hamilton was the only daughter of George Hamilton, the owner of Hamilton Corporation, a multi-trillion-dollar company. She is a successful model and art director based in the United States, with a net worth that surpassed even some of the world's billionaires. As she circulated among the guests at the anniversary celebration, Ava exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. She was used to being the center of attention, and tonight was no exception. People turned to look at he

She thought while getting into her car. . . . Alessio Russo, the founder of ‘Heart Of Stone’ Diamond Jewellery company. At a young age, he established his own business empire. He was the exact version of his father. He was ruthless, dominant, meticulous, and arrogant; he always got things done his way. He would burn down the entire world for his loved ones.

"I've been looking for you." Alessandro's entire body went stiff. "Falcone." Oh. This was the Falcone. The one Alessandro had mentioned. The one who ran the docks before Julio took over. "And this must be the bride." Falcone's eyes crawled over me like slugs. "My, my. Julio always did have excellent taste in investments." "She's not an investment," Alessandro said. His voice was ice. "She's my wife." "Same thing in our world, isn't it?" Falcone laughed. Stepped closer. "Tell me, sweetheart. How much did he pay for you? Rumor is fifty million. But with the inheritance, you're worth what? Seventy? Eighty?"

All I can think about is him. Damien Cross. My boss I pull up a browser and type his name into the search bar. The results are overwhelming. Damien Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises. 34 years old. Estimated net worth: $15 billion. Self-made, apparently... no family money, no silver spoon. Built his empire from nothing. There are photos. Professional ones from business magazines and newspapers. There are pictures of Dante in a tux at charity galas, of him cutting ribbons at building openings, and of him shaking hands with politicians and celebrities and other billionaires.