Bella Thorne Net Worth Novels & Stories

A man’s voice called out from behind the lights, “3, 2, 1, camera's rolling and we're live.” The lady, my interviewer started, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, today we're having an exclusive interview with Elara Thorne, wife of the billionaire, Axel Thorne and CEO of a multi million dollar company.” “Oh don't flatter me, we haven't launched yet, We're still in the process,” I smiled at her, and she continued.

"Mr. Ziegler, Mrs. Ziegler, could I take a picture with you two?" The actress was Benedict's current girlfriend, Roxanne. Though she had latched onto Benedict, she wasn't about to pass up a chance to mingle with the billionaires present. After all, they had tens of billions of fortune, and a casual investment of a hundred million or two could elevate her another step. At her tier in the industry, staying relevant meant finding sponsors willing to invest in her, whether through corporate sponsors or personal arrangements. Thalia was unfamiliar with the entertainment industry. She didn't dare answer right away, so she looked at Landon for his decision.

“I’m not cut out for this Bella. I want to tell you I have your little whiny bastard and if you don’t want her pieces delivered to you, then you have to do what I tell you to.” Bella felt her heart stop beating as the timer for the oven rang out. “What do you want?.” Bella managed to say as she tried her best to control her breathing. She heard a chuckle and then silence. “What?! What is it that you want to leave my baby girl alone?!.” Bella yelled out as a tear fell from her eyes. “Oh save the theatrics for later. The price to have her back is $20 million US dollars.” “20?Where the hell am I to get such amount of money from?” Bella asked.

I shook my head, laughing as we drove out of the city. She sighed dramatically. “Okay, if I don’t say this now, I’ll be called Bella for the rest of my life. My name is Tessa.” “Tessa,” I repeated, letting it linger a bit longer than necessary. “Pretty name.” “Thank you,” she said. “But please, for the love of God, stop calling me Bella.” I nodded, looking thoughtful. “Can’t promise that.” She blinked. “What?” “You’ll always be my Bella,” I murmured, half to myself, but she definitely heard it.

“I woke up aching for you again.” Lucian groaned with pleasure, his hand gently tangling in her wavy dark hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, beautiful.” Emboldened, Bella straddled his hips, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she ground her already-wet pussy along his hard length. She was just about to sink down onto him when she reached for balance on the nightstand and her eyes landed on the glossy Forbes magazine. Lucian Drake’s face stared back at her from the cover: Tech Billionaire – $4.7 Billion Net Worth.

Caroline laughed, “Not that much? With a net worth of ten million, do you think everyone is a millionaire? There are people who will never earn that much in their lifetime, and is she still not satisfied? Did she ask you to compensate her when you get back? “She intentionally hit my car. I’ve asked people at the car dealership, and they said it will cost tens of thousands to repair. If I don’t ask her to pay up, then who should I ask? She said it shouldn’t matter as we’re sisters. Is she really my sister? Does she have Fisher's blood coursing through her veins? If she has, then I won’t ask for compensation. But does she really?” Belinda fell into silence. “All those properties and commercial

It wasn't the Editor. It was a woman who looked exactly like a younger version of Meilin, but her eyes were the cold, calculating hazel of a Thorne. "My name is Christie Thorne," she said, her voice echoing through the new reality. "And I’ve come to collect the Royalty Fees for the 'Prince's' new world." The "Billionaire Romance" had truly ended. The "Dynasty War" had begun.

Before Bella could react, it is Michael who came to defend her. "Miss Bella owns a jeweler store of her own. She earns millions. She is also twenty percent share holder of the Fauler group. She is rich on her own right. She doesn't need a sponsor to give her pocket money for her expenses" Michael snapped angrily.

Thatcher grabs onto Bella's wrist to pull her toward him, releasing all of his aura in an attempt to suppress and overpower her. At the feeble attempt, Bella laughs. She easily flips his 6'1" frame over her 5'5" body. The desk shatters under his weight, but the sound of splintering wood is completely drowned out by the roar of her aura. She isn't just a cheerleader; she is a Thorne, and she lets her raw power pin him to the floor like a specimen under glass.

Have I really escaped anything? I sit on the edge of the bed, heels still on, and let the weight of everything sink in. Married. To a man I met two nights ago. A stranger who speaks like every word is a transaction. I reach for my phone, more out of instinct than sense. The screen lights my face as I type "Cassian Dorne". The results load instantly. Cassian Dorne, CEO and founder of Dorne Enterprises. Estimated net worth: $18 billion. Known for his reclusive nature, ruthless acquisitions, and unprecedented growth of his global conglomerate.