Arthur Smith Dad Net Worth Novels & Stories

My father stood right beside her, with a wide grin on his face. But the most beautiful surprise came from the door and it was no other person but Arthur, Damien’s dad, who was getting better than he had ever been in years. As he walked into the room with the help of a nurse, he had a heartwarming smile on his face. "Two Thorne heirs," Arthur boomed softly as he stopped by Damien and tapped him on the shoulder. "The bloodline is grounded, son. You've done an exceptional job." A couple of days later, after all the joy and adrenaline had washed away, we were finally ready to be discharged since I and my babies were healthy. But it still felt unreal, looking at two adorable babies and calling th

Why had Liam raised the price by a hundred times now that he had come here to Oskia? Smith had previously spent much of his savings to treat his son. So, how could he afford to fork out as much money as five million US dollars?! As he thought of this, he cried out miserably and said, “Mr. Albert, I’m not going to lie to you, but my financial situation is far from as good as you think it is. Not to mention five million US dollars, but I might even face some difficulties to come up with fifty thousand US dollars now...”

”My dear girl I know you would love that, but am not well, I promise to visit you time and again ok now who else ” Hearts were racing, sweats were gathering on foreheads despite the air condition on full blasts, prayers were being said, and her decision can be a life changing for anyone of them. The Arthur’s were farmers through a long generations dating back to the 19th Century in Lusm Valley, they had acres of Land and was a well to do family but when the famine set in and the rains stopped coming for years they lost most of their properties and wealth but George Arthur saw an opportunity in that and left home to Port city at a young age, he brought a small land and cultivated it into a Vi

“His nanny. Babysitter too and academic handler.” Arthur choked on his laugh. “Oh, wait. That's right. Dad said he really got you one. He wasn't joking. Hold on. She's Darcie Miller. The daughter of the father who owes Dad a huge sum of money. That's why she's here as leverage.” My chest tightened and I swallowed. “That's not necessary. Arthur. You shouldn't say harsh things like that.” Charles defended and Arthur raised a brow. “What the hell are you talking about? Don't piss me off and don't tell me what not to say. I expect you to respect me.” He moved closer to Arthur, shoulder squared, dating manner..

I say. “This,” he says. “The apartment. The studio. Sunday dinners. Imani’s instincts. Arthur is thirty years old. Your mother’s rum cake from Atlantic Avenue.” He pauses. “You.” He looks at the sixth piece. “I came back for fourteen million dollars, and the universe handed me something significantly larger in exchange, and I want to say I know that.” I look at him for a long time.

Lincoln stood and watched as people entered the amusement park. One would never believe it if they're told that Lincoln Smith, the son of the legendary Harry Smith, one of the smartest, most famous, richest business tycoons in California had never been to an amusement park since the day he was born, despite all the wealth he enjoys… or not. His father has been training him from a very young age, making sure he is the absolute perfect in everything he does. So, Lincoln never had the time to HAVE FUN like kids his age.

"You too. You are growing up well. I'm very proud of you." Her tears fell one by one. But they kept talking as if they had the same dream for the first time. Arthur answered as best he could how he got the money in the first place. Of course taking the death of their parents and kidney sales out of there by saying selling the house they used to live in as capital. He wants to keep this momentum going, where In Ha only knows his better side.

he said, that arrogant smirk stretching across his face. Arthur was the son of a judge who worked with the mafia and his mouth was certainly bigger than his dick. “I’m giving you five seconds to let go of my hand, Arthur,” I said, trying to yank free, but his grip only tightened. He leaned closer, his cigarette breath fanning across my face. “What’s going to happen? My dad keeps men like your father in business. You can’t do shit.” Oh. Watch me, motherfucker. I lifted my leg to slam it into his balls but he suddenly let go of my hand, wincing in pain.

the man said, his voice smooth and confident. Lewis's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the man's features. "Arthur Smith," he said, his tone neutral. "I wasn't expecting to see you here. It's better if you call me Lewis Evans, though. It's my father's surname." Arthur's smile never wavered. "Oh, I apologize. I didn't know. I knew your grandfather, and your mother was a good friend of mine. I assumed you'd carry on the family name." He paused, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's heartening to see some people still hold their father's surname in high regard. Shall we head off?"

Her father had chosen Arthur for her to marry so the devil’s money could save his company from going bankrupt. “You don’t know, do you?” Arthur smirked, his hair falling over his forehead, making him look even more manic. Sia knew that whatever he was about to say, it would change her life forever. “Your father didn’t go bankrupt. I made it happen,” he said. “I paid his secretary to sell me sixty percent of the shares, so that he would have no other choice but to make a deal. And when the time came, I became his savior. Believe me, he was more than happy to sell you to me.” Arthur smirked at her horrified expression.