Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

DOMAN’S POV The engine purred beneath my fingers as I drove home. I couldn’t stop humming along to the song playing on the stereo. I had just sealed the biggest deal of my life, a five million dollar digital network infrastructure contract with a clean two million as profit. All thanks to Dami. Her money, her two hundred thousand dollars was what made the proposal possible. Without it, I had still be chasing shadows. She had given it without hesitation, no questions, no conditions just trust.

Under the robes he could see that she was slightly built but she kept her head bowed, allowing him a single glimpse of a pale face under flowing black and white. Unmoved by her pious attitude, Damian leaned back in his chair and scrutinised his unwanted visitor. ‘If you’re expecting me to confess my sins then I should probably tell you that my next appointment is in an hour and that is nowhere near long enough for me to tell you all the bad things I’ve done in my life. On the other hand if you’re about to beg for cash then you should know that all my charitable donations are handled through my lawyers, via a separate part of my company. I just make the money. I leave other people to spend it

said Damian with a smile . " Yeah ! It's really cool.......Do you really own all of this ? " said Angelo amazed . " Yes , I do ! From the front road where you came in here and every step you have taken until this floor , is mine . This whole building is mine . " said Damian . " Wow..........you are so rich . Have you made the money to create this company yourself ? " asked Angelo . " Mmmm......I was born in a wealthy family but I didn't use their money to build this company . I just took a bit of their money for some investments . " said Damian with a smile .

He repeated the action on the other side, then soothed the reddened skin with gentle strokes. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Bent over like a good little slut, ready for me to take whenever I want. Anyone could walk by and see how wet you are for a stranger’s cock.” The dirty words made her clench around nothing, a fresh trickle of arousal sliding down her thigh. “Damian…” she whispered. She had finally learned his name during a brief, breathless conversation between rounds earlier — Damian Vale, the business mogul whose companies controlled shipping routes, tech investments, and luxury developments across continents. A man used to owning everything he touched.

All I can think about is him. Damien Cross. My boss I pull up a browser and type his name into the search bar. The results are overwhelming. Damien Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises. 34 years old. Estimated net worth: $15 billion. Self-made, apparently... no family money, no silver spoon. Built his empire from nothing. There are photos. Professional ones from business magazines and newspapers. There are pictures of Dante in a tux at charity galas, of him cutting ribbons at building openings, and of him shaking hands with politicians and celebrities and other billionaires.

He'd grown impatient waiting for Lord Damian. "Time is money, you know?" Another man who had a cigarette in between his lips spoke... He'd a displeased look on his face and also hated the fact that Lord Damian never took them seriously... He was a kid but Damian never failed to look down on them... "If you're not ready for business, get out!" Lord Damian nonchalantly spoke as he stood in front of the crates which had all his newest merchandise.. To the outside world he was a tech billionaire who made most of the technologies that dominated the market...

"You certainly are generous, Mr. Payne—I just wonder how much capital you have left to deploy. I'll bid 80 million dollars!" Damian slumped in defeat after hearing that figure. He realized then that no matter how much his temper flared, he knew he couldn't raise the bid again. Otherwise, he faced the very real possibility of being unceremoniously kicked out of the Payne family. "I'll let you have it for 80 million dollars, Ashton! It actually brings me a lot of joy to watch you spend a fortune on a worthless compendium!" Damian huffed, clearly trying to salvage his pride.

I figured Adel, his ever-efficient assistant, must have played a major role in shielding him from the public eye. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I wondered,if there is any other bride in the world who knows so little about the man she’s about to marry? Probably not. Maybe I was the only bride in the world walking into marriage half-blind. From what little information I did find, Damien was ranked among the third richest man in the United States. I zoomed into one of the few pictures of him I could find. Even through the tight, white turtleneck he wore, his statuesque figure was evident. His broad chest, the faint outline of his abs—it was almost unfair how effortlessly perfect he looked.

She typed his name into the search bar at eleven thirty on a Wednesday night, sitting cross-legged on her bed in an oversized t-shirt, laptop balanced on her knees. Damien Wolfe. The results loaded. Rain stared. Then she scrolled. Slowly. Then faster. Damien Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Industries — Forbes 30 Under 30. Wolfe Industries posts record third quarter — shares surge 18%. Damien Wolfe acquires Harrington Group in landmark $4.2 billion deal. The Wolf of Crestwood — profile piece, Business Insider. Damien Wolfe — net worth estimated at $14.7 billion. Fourteen point seven billion.

He looked at me, a mix of surprise and disbelief etched on his face. "You’re agreeing?" He sounded almost suspicious. I smirked, flicking my fingers dismissively. "But the penalty f*e will be deducted from your future earnings. You won’t see a full paycheck for a while." Damian shot to his feet, excitement buzzing in his energy. "Fine. That’s no problem. I don’t need my agent—he’s nothing more than a pimp!" I nodded and pressed the intercom. "David, come in." David entered, giving Damian a once-over before looking at me for instructions.