Blair Waldorf Net Worth Novels & Stories

He was a prenominal friend and a true gentleman according to the attendees at his repast. Businessmen from other states had come to honor a man who was, per his widow’s words, larger than life. Rest in peace, Walter. On another note, Walter’s estate is rumored to be worth close to four billion dollars. His children and nephew will be very rich indeed once all is said and done.

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

My father, Ralph Bloomberg, was a trillionaire with assets worth as much, and nobody ever dared to go against his word in the upper-crust society of Jadington. People often referred to him as "Sir Ralph". Meanwhile, my mother, Christina Dawson, was an internationally celebrated movie actress who had won multiple prestigious awards for her work. A single word from my parents was more than enough to destroy the livelihoods of half the guests currently present at the venue. So, why should I continue letting my cousin and an impostor continue taking advantage of me? I glanced around the people present and finally locked my gaze on Lacey. I could feel the anger bursting from my chest as I clenche

He clicked on her profile and after taking a good look like at the picture provided, he began reading out a loud in hopes to learn something about her . "Full name: Blair Astrid Andrews DOB: 4th October 1998 Age: 23 years Profession: Lawyer Blair Astrid Andrews is the one and only heiress of country's biggest construction company. Losing her parents at a ripe age of 7, Blair has been raised by her uncle Miguel Andrews and aunt Martha Andrews. Blair has expressed her disinterest in business and currently practices as a lawyer at the reputed KS Law Firm."

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

Good. I pulled out my phone and immediately dialed Blair. “Hey, baby.” “Did you get back in good with the family?” she asked me. I scoffed. “No, but I’m glad I came anyway. I’ve found out some valuable information.” “How valuable?” she asked. “Ten million dollars worth,” I grinned. Blair squealed with excitement as she read in between the lines of what I’d said. It was arousing to hear how happy she was. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.” I started to hang up when I thought of something. “Oh, baby-do me a favor. Look up the name Matthew-Vice President of Whitmore Real Estate Group. I want to know everything.” I hung up the phone.

“You just told me I can't do anything and cursed me with divorce. “Did you care about my feelings? And now you feel hurt when I simply mentioned that I’m richer than you. "Since you're struggling financially, why don't you do a better job? Maybe in the future, if I’m happy with your job, I'll give you a raise. It’s not easy to have a well-paid job. So, don't worry about me." She compressed her lips, wanting to say something, and then obediently went to cook the beef. I went back to my room and checked her live stream, only to find the comments were rolling. [What's happening? So Blair isn't just a Stepford wife who depends on a man, but actually a wealthy bigot herself?]

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."

That day, Blair had worn a simple black dress and a string of cheap pearls I couldn't be bothered to look at twice. She didn't know how to project power in such settings, didn't understand the cruel games played between mafia wives, and wasn't... ruthless enough. I knew then that she was an embarrassment, that she would bring shame to our family name and make us look weak. And then there was the charity auction, where Linda from the Bianchi family asked in front of everyone: "Blair, what do your parents do? I heard you're an orphan? Oh, how dreadful. But Alessio is so charitable, willing to marry a woman of unknown origin."

They had broken up before, but the man had returned to Wanda after she had sold all her overseas properties for four hundred and fifty million. "Sanford, I heard that Elliot gave your daughter one hundred and fifty-five million dollars, is that right?" Wanda raised her voice on purpose. Zoe's father spotted Avery as well and responded proudly, "Yeah! He did, yesterday." "Why don't you tell your daughter to invest with me? I can multiply her one hundred and fifty-five million in folds," Wanda said with a smile.