Arthur Smith Dad Net Worth Novels & Stories

"We treated you like family!" Arthur looked at me, a faint, pitying smile curling the corner of his lips. "Family? My father lost his entire fortune because Daniel’s grandfather ruined him in a hostile takeover thirty years ago. Victor and I grew up with nothing while Daniel played chess in European castles. We didn't lie to you, Mira. We just settled the score." He reached into his inner pocket. Daniel tightened his grip, but Arthur merely pulled out a sleek black invitation card printed on heavy, gold-embossed cardstock and pushed it into Daniel’s coat pocket.

Pearl’s P.O.V. (Continued) “Do you really think that he would risk my son’s life, and I will let him go just like that?” Arthur asked, but the threat and his fury were evident in his voice. I slowly moved in his direction and wrapped my hands around his waist while burying my face inside his chest. “Arthur. It…. It’s not like that. We have everything under control. No harm will come to Evan. Trust me on this. I…. I will never use a child to get any monetary benefit.” Dad tried to clear his stance on the situation, but this came too late.

Mum stood, “Sam, please let’s not fight over this. This is the best decision and your father and I have decided to give you the best life…” “What! Mum! The best life? By making me marry Maxwell Murray who isn’t even my rightful mate!” I snapped. “What about Arthur Murray? Was he your rightful mate? But you stuck to him until you saw he was cursed. And like my daughter and the wise girl you always have been did the right thing. Tell me, Weren’t you going to marry him if you hadn’t broken up?” she snapped back at me. “Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?”

He stays completely still for five long seconds. "Arthur," Damien says softly. Arthur Vance. Damien's second cousin. The man who sat at the end of the board table during every major acquisition, the man who quietly advocated for selling off Elena's charitable trust assets two years ago, claiming it was an unnecessary administrative expense. "He didn't just forge the transfer key," I say, my mind connecting the pieces with icy precision. "Arthur has been deep in debt to Victor's private investment firm for over three years. Look at Arthur's personal holding company, AV Capital. Three years ago, AV Capital took a thirty-million-dollar private loan from a firm based in the Cayman Islands."

I'm not surprised when I typed in the name, and my screen was filled with his pictures and events that happened because apparently I'm the only one that doesn't know who Ryder Smith is. If I'm not mistaken which I don't think I am after taking out my time to search every hook and crook of my screen, Ryder Smith happens to be the son of the multibillionaire, Zayn Smith. Zayn Smith is the owner of Smith's worldwide, the company that has been passed on from generations, and yet remains one of the most famous company all over the world.

Ten billion dollars is enough for you to be in jail for a long, long time. Holly smiled. "I'll give the ten billion dollars back to Bryce. I'll never leave him." This wasn't Arthur's intention. He wanted to use the money to drive her away. He turned off the pen and tried a different approach. He said seriously, "I've been thinking a lot these days. No one knows where you're from, and I just don't think that you're worthy of Bryce. "You should consider how I feel as his father. I have really high hopes for him. You're still young, so you might not understand how I feel. You'll understand when you get to my age and become a parent."

I was about to ask Arthur for more details when he leaped off the bed and pinned me with a serious look. "He's sick in the head, Mommy. I know you must have left because you hated him. I'm very normal, so why don't you take me away with you? I know how to earn money, and I know how to do chores too!" He rummaged through his bag and pulled out several cards before pressing them into my hands. "There's a total of ten million dollars in these cards. It's not much, but I can work hard to earn more and take care of you for the rest of your life."

I exclaimed. “My father was part of them and I think he was one of their biggest investors. Accounting records shows that my father spent about fifty million dollars monthly just because of this organization…” Smith told me shortly. “It seems like he betrayed them or refused to fund them but then, he died in the hands of the organization. I got to find this out six months ago when I was approached by them. They threatened that they would kill me like they did to my father. I was afraid and I started to fund them as well until I got married to you. They stopped coming for me as well. I think they have gotten another financier.”

"Tell my mother that if she attempts to call a board meeting behind my back, I will liquidate my personal shares by tomorrow morning. I’ll tank the stock price myself before I let her touch a single vote." Richard blinked, his professional mask slipping for a fraction of a second. "Arthur, that would destroy forty percent of your personal wealth." "I don't care," Arthur said. He tossed the folder back onto the table. "I have ninety-two days left with my wife, Richard. Do you think I care about the stock price right now?" A soft sound from the top of the stairs made all three of them look up.

“You have no right to be asking me for anything. “ Arthur snarls. Two months ago my mother got seriously ill. At that time my father and mom were already divorced. My father left us - me, my sister and my mother- for a younger woman. On top of it, he had his own business but he was swimming in debt by the time our mother got ill. When I called Father for help he offered me a deal- sell me as a bride to one of the businessmen he was working for in exchange for the money for my mother’s operation. At that time I had no idea I was to marry Arthur Stark- the notorious cold and ruthless heir of the biggest business empire. I knew nothing about Arthur, besides one thing - no one wanted to go nea