Angie Martinez Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Who pissed you off this time? It can’t be me, since you just got back.” “Some rich men, of course. Who else makes me want to burn down this world? At least that way I’d clean up the gene pool a little.” Angie shrugged, crossing her arms, hating that she no longer had a job. A few months ago, it was Betty feeling like crap because her boss didn’t give a damn about her dedication and hard work, and today, it was her turn to be kicked out because some rich man couldn’t find it in his heart to hear the complete truth. Well, fuck them and fuck him. She’d find another job. She wasn’t going to cry about it.

I added seeing as he wasn't ready to back down. "I won't be held responsible by Angelo though." "You have nothing to worry about. I can handle him." I dismissed. Kelvin was the one who started the coaching. He told me the kind of person Mrs. Martinez is. A woman who owns a lot of popular fashion agencies in Italy. A hot-tempered and no-nonsense woman. I know I wasn't up for any competition but thinking about how I would be introduced to a different world sends chills down my spine. "Hi, guys." Annie's voice sounded through the door. She was holding a tray containing three glasses of drinks. Kelvin is the only one absent there.

"And I’m going to love working with you. I’m taking over the Martinez cartel—everything’s mine now. You’ve gained half of Mexico as your allies!" And he wasn’t lying. The Martinez cartel was the largest, and Mendoza the second. United, he would be the king of Mexico—no one above him anymore. I reached out and shook his hand firmly, sealing our deal. But when I turned to find Angela, expecting her to shake his hand too, her eyes were fixed on the fire burning in the yard below as we pulled away. The tall car where her father had been was now overturned and engulfed in flames. "Are you all right, Angel?"

“$5,000,000? It’s more than you’ll ever see. You should take it and leave, so he can find a better woman!” “Robert–” “No, it’s okay, Uncle Rip. I got it,” Angel said, her eyes glued on Sr.’s face. “A better woman? You think a woman who’s after his money is going to be better for him than someone who loves him for him? You have no idea how wrong you are!” She pulled her phone out of her bra, pulling up an app before shoving it in his face. I stepped closer to see what she was showing him, and was blown away by the almost $15,000,000 in her bank account. “You have no idea who I am! I don’t need or want your fucking money! I have my own! I like working for my own money! For years. I worked as a

I couldn't be bothered wasting any more time with them, so I waved and had the lawyer file a lawsuit against Angelo. After leaving the company, I returned home. The moment I walked through the door, Mrs. Cervantes rushed at me, shouting accusations, "Mr. Shannon, did you frame Angelo and get him thrown into lockup?! How could someone born as rich as you are have such a vicious heart?! You should be careful of what you do from now on as karma can be a real bitch!" I didn't respond to her outburst. She took a breath and continued, "But it's not like I can't forgive you. If you call the station now, get Angelo out, apologize to him, and then compensate us with 750,000 dollars, we'll let this go

Damn she looks good. "Wow, que bonita." (So pretty) I say complimenting her, causing her to smile. "Tu también." (You too) My mom says, looking at me from what she created. "So who's this boss of yours and why did she invite you to her place?" I question curiously, picking my purse up and inserting my pepper spray in for caution. "Her name is Martha Martinez, she's the CEO of the company I'm working at which is BEX. It's a fashion company." She specifies, picking up her purse and slinging it on her arm.

Relationship with Other Characters: Morgan: Best friend, but sometimes too encouraging of bad choices Her Mother: Complicated love, growing resentment Martins: Attraction that becomes love that becomes obsession Her Father: Distant, but she seeks reconciliation Reads obsessively (history, philosophy, sometimes erotic romance novels) Takes the bus everywhere despite having money available Works at the library even though she doesn't need to Journals in the late night when stressed Cries in the shower so no one knows Drinks excessive coffee and forgets to eat Secret: She's not as strong as she pretends. She needs permission to accept help/love. Martins gives her that permission without making

“Wow, these are amazing, Samira! I had no clue you could bake” “Bake, cook, anything involving a stove, I just call my hotline,” she winked at him. “Come on, let’s not keep those adorable little bunnies waiting,” she added, striding ahead and completely ignoring my presence. Martins glanced at me, a goofy grin plastered on his face. “That’s the Angel. She’s helping fund chemo for my patients. This woman is a saint. Catch you later,” he declared before following her. I stood there, speechless, feeling utterly deflated. She hadn’t even acknowledged me, acting as if I were invisible. Clearly, she was getting back at me for yesterday.

” I’m fully protected there. “There is nothing like fully protected.” She frowns. “You know what I take it back. This isn’t my doing. It’s your stupid adopted brother’s doing.” She gets angry. “How dare the idiot treat you like a commodity? I’m not one to wish death on anybody, but some souls ought to have gone from this earth by now.” “Don’t say that, Angie.” I laugh. “He seems to be on a low though. I haven’t seen him around. The idiot is probably hiding to avoid paying his gambling debts.”

I told her sighing. “Angelo is figuring something,” she said trying to touch some of my finished works. “Figuring what?” “Never mind it. It’s just how I see it.” I didn’t bother thinking so much about what she just said since I am real busy with surviving. I got contented with my simple life. I can eat three times a day without anything else. I have Hailey and Angelo with me in the mansion at I’m never been happier. I’m finally out from my messed up life with my parents.