Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

After going to the counter to get our orders, we came back and sat by the window seat where he had picked. “I can’t believe you work for Mr. Alessio Castelli. The guy’s a billionaire!” David exclaimed with wide eyes, bringing up the topic about the man I so desperately wanted to forget. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” I took a sip of my caramel latte. “I went to search him up after meeting him at the parking lot because he’s one hell of a looker and then I found out his net worth is in the billions too! Talk about the whole package.”

"I never claimed to be a saint, Aara. I told you everything is a transaction." "Then let’s talk about the next transaction," she spat, holding up her hand with the diamond ring. "Because your cousin Elias just gave me a price for my silence. Five million dollars, Damian. Or your grandmother finds out exactly what kind of 'soulless machine' you really are." The silence that followed was deafening. Damian didn't flinch at the mention of the money. He didn't even look surprised. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her wrist with a grip like iron.

Son, this is Damian Richards, the son of my dearest friend, now late. "How are you doing?" Damian and Xavier shook hands firmly and they gave each other polite nods. They were both very proper gentlemen. " My son runs a tech firm in Greece and it has branches all over the world." Damian turned to him. "Really?" "Yeah, nothing really fancy. What you have going on in New York is on another level. Congratukations and..." He picked up two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and handed one to Damian. "...Cheers to more profits ahead."

The premium had already multiplied by more than ten times based on the materials alone. Damon was a businessman. How could he not have known about that? Offering 30 million was equivalent to over 200 million in Carlino. He was insane. "You don't need to get that, Damon. It's not worth 30 million," she whispered.

“And these three are?” The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His bodyguards didn’t move, but their watchful eyes tracked my every movement. “I’m Damian,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “Damian Cross.” The name hit me like a jolt. Everyone in the city knew who Damian Cross was—one of the youngest, most successful businessmen in the country. He was a billionaire, a man whose name was synonymous with power and wealth. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “This doesn’t seem like your scene.”

That however did not erase the fact that The Wilsons were people both in the business and entertainment world, a fashion house was opened in Kendra’s name. Debra could already estimate Damian’s wealth in trillions, but the question remains, ‘ How did Layla manage to catch a big fish like him?’ Debra never met a young guy half as rich and handsome as Damian. “ Him I can understand, but his wife, no” David was getting upset, his wife was trying to ruin his business but he would not allow it. Doing business with Damian Wilson is one big opportunity he couldn’t let pass by.

These were people whom even David could only revere from a distance. It never would've crossed his mind that a penniless country bumpkin like Damian would one day possess such a privilege. Just what had he done to deserve it? David himself had gone to great lengths to get enough money to spend over a million dollars at Dominion Group's establishments before he just barely managed to get himself a Silver VIP membership card. Even then, he'd felt so good about himself that he kept flaunting it for quite some time, considering it one of his finest moments. Yet, the broke Damian, whom he looked down on, was now receiving a Diamond VIP card from Marius himself.

I used my maiden name because I did not want to use Damien's name to secure any favors, I wanted to work for myself and take care of my father. Damien, whom I had finally googled had me gasping and widening my eyes at my screen when I found out his net worth and status in the society. He's the CEO of Kingston Tech that produces some of the best electronic devices in the US, then he owns clubs, hotels, along with so many assets all over the place, he ventured into so many businesses and was even into oil and gas, an industry that was not to be toyed with. He was a goldmine through and through. He was so young, it became a source of minute worry how he got so wealthy and became a multi billion

“You think I’d ever let us fall apart, Kim? No way. I’m not losing you. Not to money, not to Roland, or to anyone else. You're mine, and mine only.” I blinked at him, confused. “I already told you I'm not leaving you no matter what. So why do you sound like our world is about to come to an end simply because we're short on money?” Damien smiled faintly. “I’m not broke,” he said. “Not even close. I’m still a billionaire, Kim. Even if I lost Carter Corp tomorrow, I’d still be fine.” I frowned, searching his face. “What?” He nodded. “I’ve got properties and investments all across the country. Stuff no one knows about except a few of my closest aides. Stocks, real estate, private businesses. I m