Alessia Cara Net Worth Novels & Stories

Alessia complained, shuddering at the lewd and hateful gazes she was receiving. "I wouldn't blame them, Alessia" Sophia chimed, barely fazed by the looks, "You look hot, I could fall in love with you, you know" she teased. Alessia was an exotic beauty—a blend of her mother Rosa's Grecian lineage and her father Antonio's Italian heritage. Her honey-coloured eyes, framed by long, fluttering lashes, glimmered with mischief and allure. A heart-shaped face and sharp jawline adorned with a smattering of freckles added a hint of innocence to her exotic looks. Her luscious, obsidian-dark curls bounced with every step, teasingly revealing the curve of her neck. And her lips—plump and cherry-pink—curv

Cara pauses, picking up her glass of juice and talking a sip slowly just to annoy Cassie. "Are you going to talk or what?" Cassie urges. Cara moves the cup from her mouth, with a smirk on her face, "See, you are interested. I am going to milk this celebrity lifestyle, after signing his stupid contract I'm expected to receive some money, which we can use to start building our own house. Gonna make sure my face is in every magazine whether the asshole likes it or not, going to give acting a try again and before you know it, we are rich." Cara pauses, taking another sip of her juice. "I am going to make us rich, and then you would have to stop your work. Sam, my baby, you and I, we are going to

she whispered more to herself than to Kate. “You hate New York,” Kate whispered. “You never go there.” Alessia didn’t respond. She didn’t hate New York, it was California she loathed. For the past five years, she had made Chicago her kingdom where she rose to become one of the richest people in the United States in just a decade. “What about the task I gave you?” Alessia asked, her voice sharp. Kate straightened, her expression hardening. “Olivia Kennedy is moving to New York in a week. Her husband is finalising a deal with Watsons.”

Two million dollars for one year of work. I signed. "Excellent." The woman collected the papers with obvious satisfaction. "My name is Victoria. I am the personal assistant to Eleanora Marchetti, the woman you will be impersonating whenever required." The name hit me like a physical blow to the chest. Eleanora Marchetti was one of the most famous socialites in the world, heir to a shipping fortune, regularly featured in tabloids for her glamorous lifestyle and her notoriously private marriage to tech billionaire Alessandro Marchetti.

"I think so. Seems like she is trying to end the relationship with him." "Have you tried talking to her about it?" I huffed at that, "Does Alessia listen to anyone? That girl gives me a lot of headache." Cara sighed staring hard at me. "She doesn't listen because you don't hear her out. You want her to be the ever obedient daughter without any intention to sacrifice sometime to be with her, feel her pain and listen to her."

What I was about to reveal would completely shift how we communicated moving forward. “There’s something that’s not in your dossier. It also happens to be the reason Caroline’s so drawn to me.” I could tell he was hooked now—focused, intrigued, maybe even a little tense, like this was something he’d wondered about before but couldn’t quite figure out. “Caroline’s my fan. More than just Eliza, I’m known worldwide as the famous singer Lisa.” “You’re...” The shock on the Alpha’s face was obvious—maybe even stronger than the day he first saw Caroline talking to me.

In the middle of the event. I almost smashed my phone which suddenly started ringing. Seeing the person calling, made me quickly pick up the call. "Sir, I have news." "What is it, Rick? Get straight to the point." I was already on the edge. He wouldn't like it if I vent out all my frustration on him for beating around the bush. "Alessia is currently out." "With who?" I asked trying not to sound desperate to know every detail. "With a man. They seem to be having a dinner and-"

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.

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

Damon asks, facing the sight again, swirling his whisky. He hears the shuffling of paper, "Alessia Williams, age twenty five, her mother leave her when she was born and only soul heir of Williams empire. Allegedly the heir to their company." There's a pause and Damon hums for Rich to continue. "Graduated with a first at university with an fashion degree, she is actually very dedicated towsrds her work." Damon lets a deadly smile grow.