Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

“I’m flattered.” “You shouldn’t be,” he murmured, lifting his glass again. Ava’s fingers curled slightly against the table. She needed to take control of this conversation before he unraveled her too quickly. “What is it you do, exactly?” she asked. Damian’s gaze didn’t waver. “I own businesses.” “Casinos, nightclubs, luxury hotels,” Ava listed. “But that’s just the surface, isn’t it?” His expression didn’t change. He was unreadable, a fortress built of control. “You tell me.”

Unmoved by Vivian's insults, Damian laughed and retorted, "You're right. But don't forget, soon you'll be a rogue too, a rogue without a pack." With a piercing scream, Vivian clutched her head and shouted like a madwoman, "No!" Lee's expression contorted in disgust at the lunatic's ear-splitting screams. He strode forward and effortlessly took Vivian by the arm, tossing her into her car. Damian observed Lee's actions and realized that the one-armed elder possessed incredible arm strength. Nevertheless, there was still trouble to be addressed. Damian turned his attention to the trembling Caroline. "Your father has borrowed a billion dollars from me at my casino over the years. With interest,

I scrolled and scrolled. His net worth, according to Forbes, was fourteen point seven billion dollars. Billion. With a B. He was the founder of Blackwood Technologies. A company I had been hearing about for seven years. Because Tristan worked there. Tristan had been a marketing director at Blackwood for three years. Tristan had once spent an entire dinner party explaining to my mother who did not care what an honor it was to be in the orbit of someone like Damien. Damien. Like he knew him. He didn't.

Damiano was amused by my reaction when I almost dropped my jaw at his response. “Damn, maybe I should ask you how rich are you instead.” I chuckled but was truly starstruck. I kind of had an insight into how rich he was when he spent fifty million dollars on me without blinking an eye. But this was taking it to another whole new level of money talk. “I have enough to take care of you, our children, our grandchildren. Hell, even our great-grandchildren, and still live very comfortably.” Damiano explained with pride. “That’s.. a lot of money.” I gave a nod in, impressed.

The same one that sat there when they snatched away the UrbanAxis project from me. That man has taken away so much from me. And now I was about letting them see my downfall? No way! I wasn’t going to let them see the weak side of me. Never. “Then get ready to transfer every dime your father owed my family!” I snapped. Damian slid both hands into his pockets, still wearing that cocky grin. “Think smarter, Gabriel. This project is worth three hundred and fifty million dollars. Do you know what that’s worth? I bet you haven't handled a project that huge in your years of running this company.” He darted his eyes around mockingly.

“I have a feeling Damien Draco is going to be involved in this too. If he joins forces with two of the people that probably hate me the most on this earth, my plans could take way longer to materialize. Except I strike soon. I mean tomorrow, soon.” “Right. What do you need me to do? And what's my commission?” “How does five billion dollars sound?” She scoffed. “You want his eight hundred, and you're going to give me just five from it? Come on, Diavolo.” “You do know the eight hundred includes assets right? Not everything is in cash. I don't even know how much of it I ideally can get. Besides, you're not the only one on the payroll. You also know I can and will do this without you. Call me if

“Very.” Owen folds his arms near the door. “How much total?” Damien calculates quickly. “Just over three million dollars.” I sit back slowly. Three million. Enough to buy loyalty. Enough to justify risk. But small enough to hide. Robert Kane didn’t sell out cheaply. But he sold out. “What do you want to do?” Damien asks. “Nothing yet.” He frowns slightly. “Nothing?” “Not publicly.” “Why?” “Because Kane thinks we don’t know.”

“We can’t even pay for food, Dad, How?” His face fell. “I had no choice…” I almost slapped him, but held back because he was my father. “No choice?” He grabbed my wrist desperately. “But there’s a way out, Damian Liam. He will erase the debt.” A cold shiver ran down my spine as the name hit me like ice water. Everyone knew Damian Liam, the ruthless billionaire tycoon rumored to have ties to the mafia. I had no idea how he was related to the debt my father owes. I looked at my father with hope, but it died quickly. “In exchange for what?” I asked, already scared of the answer.

As we made plans for our trip to Vienna next week, I glanced at my investment portfolio one more time. Net worth: $847 million and climbing. Monthly income from investments alone: $2.3 million. Damien's monthly payment: $100,000. The payment was less than 5% of what I made in a month just from passive income. But I'd never cancel it. Not because I needed the money. But because he needed the reminder. Every single month, for the rest of his immortal life, he'd remember what he threw away. And I'd barely notice his payment among all my other deposits. That was the best revenge of all. [THE END]

The other, however, was dressed more casually—dark jeans, a fitted blazer, and an air of effortless confidence. "Good morning, Mr. Victor," the casually dressed man greeted first. I raised an eyebrow. "Call me Victor," I replied, glancing at the lawyer, who nodded in acknowledgment and greeted me next. The casually dressed man took a step forward. "I’m Damian. Damian Lannister." The moment he said his name, something clicked. I knew exactly who he was. Damian Lannister only son of Jack Lannister,his reputation preceded him—a name whispered in business circles, always tied to power plays, takeovers, and silent wars fought behind closed doors. Damian Lannister wasn’t just anyone. He was a pred