Arslan Ash Net Worth Novels & Stories

might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

Dadaji is telling me but the mind is stucked at the point of mother and father. "Sumer Singh Raizada, and his wife Ananya Singh Raizada. Your parents' best friends. Their son, named Arnav Singh Raizada, the CEO of ASR Group Industries. They are in the list of top ten billionaires of India." Dadaji said but his eyes are looking painful. I can't speak a single word as someone muted me by remote.

Acting so grounded and humble, enjoying the life to its fullest while being so lively. Davel suddenly took out his phone. "Wait. Let's check." Curiosity won instantly and I leaned closer while he searched Leon Vargas online. And then both of us froze. "Oh my God," I whispered. The screen was filled with articles, interviews, luxury project launches, business awards, and billionaire rankings. Leon Vargas. CEO of Vargas Global Resorts. Net worth so absurdly high it made my brain hurt. Davel let out a low whistle. "Surprising that he never told us or made us feel he was this rich."

Lexie’s expression changed. Asher, although he was a carefree man, never showed all sides of his personality to everyone. No one in the restaurant knows he is Asher Shah, the CEO of Shah Industries, or that he has a philanthropic side. It was only to help Asmaira that day he showed a glimpse of it. Now it was his turn to go silent. He took a deep breath and said, “I donate all the earnings from Heaven to that orphanage." He inhaled again as if preparing to share a deep secret, “It was my mother’s idea to donate all the earnings to the orphanage, and when she was on her deathbed, she only wished to continue the funding."

"Here's the deal: I need two things from you. First, dear Habbab, put the entire Arslan fortune in my name; I am its rightful owner." "Have you gone mad? I'm not putting my fortune in your name. I've amassed that money, not you, and you don't deserve it." Ahmet scoffs. "Oh, Habbab, always so selfish. Haven't you realized yet that I'm the true heir of the Arslan family? You shouldn't hold onto what doesn't belong to you." I look at him with restrained fury. "You're a liar. You have no right to anything I've built through my effort and work."

At least, she was grateful for her job in his beautiful home. Idris stood at 6'3" tall with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes. He was a self-made billionaire with a net worth of over $5 billion. Idris had made his fortune through his technology company which revolutionized the way people accessed and shared information. He had built the company from his illegitimate business, sex trafficking. Not many people knew that he was capable of that terrible crime.

But would she succeed? Aslan had everything he wanted. He owned the largest publishing house in East America. Apart from this, he was also an Angel investor and knew what would work and what wouldn’t. His work involved investing in the right companies and counting his money which was overflowing his bank accounts.

“What is your net worth? The internet cannot be trusted to give accurate numbers.” “Is Her Majesty wanting to know if this lowly subject is capable of being her husband?” He raised a brow. “Bingo!” She exclaimed. Asher chuckled and shook his head, “I’m not very rich. I operate five banks with a few trillions in each.” Anamika blinked a couple of times, then turned her neck to look at his face. “Asher? Are you telling me you’re richer than Nairaland?” Asher nodded, “That is why the government treats my Williamsburg family with dignity and respect.”

Ruslan continued. “If we partner…” “Your shipping and logistics networks move my oil across Asia and Europe.” “And in return?” I asked. “You gain equity in my energy companies.” Sam ran the numbers instantly. Processing flashed across the lenses of my glasses. Then Sam spoke quietly. “Projected increase in net worth.” “How much?” I asked. “Five hundred billion dollars.” Mei nearly choked on her drink. Jasmine stared. “That would put you at…” Sam finished calmly. “Approximately 1.5 trillion dollars in total assets.”

"What if... What if this isn't about money?" "What do you mean?" Melody asked. Carla glanced back at Ashton, looking so lost. "It's too much money." Carla locked eyes with Melody. "You can do an internet search and find out Ashton's net worth. He's a millionaire, not a billionaire. Don't you think that people organized enough to kidnap Jared from a remote construction site would do enough research to figure out how much money they could ask for? And why such a random number? It's very specific. Does it mean something?"