Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

Damian made no attempt to stand or shake his hand. "What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated, clicking on his laptop. Mr. Max swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Doing business with Damian was more difficult than with his father, Mr. Mark Tucker. The name alone instilled fear in other groups. "It's business, Damian. A deal worth 10 million dollars." Mr. Max was pleased when Damian looked away from his laptop and shifted his gaze to him. "Sit," Damian gestured. "Go on." Mr. Max explained the details.

I smiled sweetly. “Too bad,” I muttered, brushing past him. “Boring.” He grabbed my arm again. “What do you want, Arianna?” “Buy my time.” “Never.” “Then move.” I turned. “Jayden…” I was walking towards him when Damian said, “Wait.” He exhaled. “How much?” I smiled sheepishly. “Not much. Five million. Non-negotiable.” He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Arianna—”

“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.

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.

And now, she was a threat to the business I had built from scratch. I had been so sure I was making the right decision by picking Natalia over her. After all, what she portrayed was a worthless woman who was only good for being on her knees. And she was so good at it. So I thought I had upgraded. I thought I had won when I offered her a chance of being my side piece to warm my bed whenever I wanted, a chance to still be in my life. But she chose to marry Damian Moretti. A man who had a net worth of over 20 billion dollars. A man who could give her the world.