Bella Thorne Net Worth Novels & Stories

She stepped toward Vivianne, looking her up and down with pure, unadulterated disgust. "You call me a 'billboard girl'? Honey, I can earn millions with just one picture. My net worth is over 5 million, and every single cent is mine," Xielle hissed, her voice dripping with the kind of sarcasm that cut deeper than any blade. "I earn and spend my own fucking money. I don’t rely on a family name that’s currently on life support. You think calling me a billboard girl is a shame? Darling, my face is all over this country because people actually want to look at me. You? People only look at you to see how much of your father’s money you’re wasting today."

“Or should I say, Sage Thorne? You have so many names now.” “Who is this?” “Someone who knows what you’re really worth. Three billion dollars, give or take. That’s a lot of money.” My blood went cold. “What do you want?” “Just calling to congratulate you on your good fortune. Finding your real parents, becoming Luna, all of it. Must feel like winning the lottery.” He paused. “But here’s the thing about winning the lottery-it makes you a target. People notice. People want a piece of that fortune.”

She was a sensation, but not sensational enough to have a stacked fund of three hundred million dollars that she was willing to dash off. And Cillian knew that. "According to my financial department's last calculation, the market values of the shares under my name are worth three hundred million dollars. If you can bring that much, I'm willing to sell them to you." The corners of Bellatrix's eyes twitched. This was a situation that called for a frown, but she fought it back and instead, weighed her options. Three hundred million dollars: that was Cillian's price. She had a few million dollars she could afford to let go of, then she could borrow some cash from Avery, and Claire and...Damien?

" I clenched my fists tightly. So, this was the truth. Shayla and Aaron both hailed from the suburbs. One was my closest friend, the other my boyfriend. So, when it came to spending money on them, I never kept count. I belatedly realized that they were merely leeching off me. Since fate had given me a chance to be reborn, I was determined to make them repay every last thing they took from me, a thousand times over. Shayla sneered, "Bella, the only reason I had given Aaron up reluctantly was because your family was slightly better off than mine. "Now that I've won 50 million dollars and achieved financial freedom, what chance do you have against me?

“Noah Thorne wants me to marry him. A contract, one year. I’d be his fake wife, smile for his business deals. He’ll clear the debt—fifty grand, plus interest—and pay me five million. Fund my design business, too.” Mom’s eyes widen, her hands freezing on the bills. “Five million? Scarlett, that’s…” “Insane,” I cut in, my voice rising. “It’s a trap, Mom. He’s a stranger, a billionaire who thinks he can buy me. I’m not some prop for his corporate games.”

"I like this one." Bella looked at it. The design and decor were appealing, but it wasn't cheap. Including renovation costs, it was no small sum. The place was beautiful, but the mortgage was daunting. Fiona had thought about this. Her current job paid well, but Bella would be taking a break soon, and Fiona's job as her assistant would be idle. Being idle wasn't the issue; the issue was no more bonuses, which made up a big part of her income.

Bella's mind became a vault of information, a fortress of resilience against the storm she was about to face. The next step in her clandestine operation involved dealing with the financial ties that could be traced. She carefully counted the cash she had managed to gather – almost $2200. It wasn't an abundance, but it was enough to propel her towards the unknown, away from the suffocating grip of her past. Plus, she had with her a personal card of the income from her writing, so quite a good amount was there to support her.

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

'Selina Martha just returned this afternoon from studying abroad in France. This was the hottest article right now. Heulwen scrolled through the photos taken by reporters. Selina Martha was an extremely famous actress with her acting ability as well as a good personality. Selina was called 'Nymph' by her fans. When she first entered the entertainment world, Heulwen was always compared to Selina because she had a face similar to their screen 'Nymph'. This put even more pressure on Heulwen, but also a boost for herself.

“Mrs. Liora, market valuations estimate that this integration has increased your personal net worth by billions of dollars within a single quarter, establishing you as one of the most influential women in modern technology industries. Will there be a new capital ownership structure involving external consortia?” Liora replied with a faint smile brimming with business determination. “Our capital structure is absolute and sealed against external intervention. We require no foreign funding or bailouts, as Thorne Group’s internal liquidity stands at the highest level in its history.” After the business presentation segment concluded, the atmosphere inside the Grand Ballroom shifted dramatically