Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

Damian states casually, as if saying the Sky was blue and the grass green. "And how much are we talking about here?" "About ten million dollars," Damian shrugged but Maya's jaw dropped. That was too much money. Amanda was never afford such money. Even if she worked her entire life for it. "Can't you be a little soft on her?" Maya asked. Damian looked at her with a frown. He couldn't believe those words left her mouth. She was asking him to go easy on someone who also took her life from her? "Tell me you're kidding," Damian said refusing to believe it.

Soon, Damian was prized with multiple awards and accolades for his redevelopment of third-world nations. I was pissed for months knowing that we had only contributed to Stone Enterprises' stocks continuing to skyrocket in value the more philanthropic he became. It was like the more he lost financially, the more he gained in the end. Damian was practically untouchable, and it was driving me insane. His ability to turn every negative into a positive was becoming the bane of my existence.

the auctioneer shouted excitedly. “Twice…” He waited to see if there was any more bid. “Thrice, and sold! For $25 million.” “That money was yours,” Damian turned to me. “It was a lot. Not what we agreed, besides, it’s going to someone who needs it more,” I responded. “I knew you were something different. Follow me…”

whispered someone in the troupe. As the dancers chatted quietly about Damien, I learned he had a background quite different from mine. He had graduated from Stanford, his father was a math professor at the university, and his mother taught humanities. Known for his exceptional skills in numbers since childhood, Damien swiftly rose to become a renowned senior trader in the finance world. People now hailed him as the undefeated Wall Street legend. Damien was indeed a remarkable billionaire, veiled in mystery.

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…

We ordered two slices of apple pie and coffee, not caring it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. She took a sip of coffee and then looked me directly in the eye. “Okay, now, you gave me some very stilted, cryptic answers about what is going on. I’m going to need you to fill in the gaps.” “Damion is a billionaire,” I blurted out. She blinked. “Come again?” I nodded. “Yep. He’s a billionaire. Well, he will be a billionaire.” “Me too,” she said with a smile. “You’re not a billionaire.”

he said, and then he named a number that made my heart thud. I blinked. “That’s... generous.” “It’s smart,” he said simply. “I watched what you did for Campbell. His image was circling the drain until you stepped in. Now his stocks are up. Investors trust him again. That’s you.” I hesitated, staring at him. The money was staggering. It would take my company to the next level. But working with Damian meant constant headlines, paparazzi scrutiny, and a dangerously close proximity to a man who once made me feel more than I wanted to admit, no matter how hard I tried to forget.

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage.

Damian abruptly said as he sauntered towards him “7 locations across 5 states, each with the capacity of bringing in a minimum of 5 million dollars every month—yet they aren't, So since I'm a trusting man I thought maybe customers have dropped but nope that wasn't it, so if customers are still flooding in and nothing has interrupted the flow of income, why are your numbers so low.” He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t, gasping for air, his head had turned cherry red and the veins on his forehead were so prominent that you could trace them. Damian gestured for the man holding unto to him to loosen his grip and immediately he did Vidi crashes to the ground like a lifeless doll and began g

Damon didn’t move from his place beside me. He reached for the file without taking his hand off my waist. Calmly flipped it open. Glanced through the terms with the bored look of a man reading a menu. And smiled. “Already anticipated it,” Damon said, tossing the file back across the desk. “Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are go