Alessandra Ambrosio Net Worth Novels & Stories

“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.

“To support single mothers, education, and women in business.” My heart twisted. I hadn’t even said yes to all this. But hearing those words—hearing how they reflected my story—I found myself nodding. Maybe this was what legacy really meant. — POV: Adrian Rivera Brent and I stood side by side at the Montenegro Group board meeting later that afternoon. The directors were in a frenzy. Investors were curious. Rivals were plotting. “Aleira’s name is being used in headlines not just as Brent’s fiancée, but as the heir of Lim Industries,” one board member said.

She had a feeling that a significant battle was about to unfold. - Alessia was waiting for Harmonia outside the office. As Harmonia emerged, a cascade of curiosity enveloped Alessia, and she promptly sought insights into the investment. The revelation that Harmonia had gracefully invested two hundred million dollars into Viviane to officially become a shareholder of Viviane left Alessia utterly astounded, her astonishment mirrored in the agape elegance of her parted lips. “Two hundred million dollars?! Viviane’s market value is just over a hundred million dollars!” Alessia exclaimed as she stared at Harmonia and inquired eagerly, “Miss Marsh, when will you be investing in Aureole Media?”

he said leaning against the cubicle door and folding his arms. There were a few minutes of silence while Alessio waited for the return of Xanthus and I planned my next escape plan. "Do you have pups, Alessio?" I asked. "Three," he replied his face softening. "How old?" "My daughter is five, she just started school. Then I have a son who is two and another son that was born just two weeks ago," he replied. "What are you doing here then?!" I asked. "You should be at home with your mate!"

I laughed and fixed my hair curls. “Let me first and foremost repeat my first impression, Alexia: you are absolutely gorgeous, and I love your fit for today. Everything you have on you is made in pearls and soft wool, and I love it. As wolves, especially in this part of London, we don't really pay much attention to these things, but you changed the whole game five years ago. According to our sources, five years ago your husband, Gerbrano Moretti, gifted you the Moretti Conglomerate, and after three years as the CEO, you expanded and created thirty other companies, and as of this day you have almost sixty-five companies under your company. Is this hearsay, or is there any truth to this?”

"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

"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.