Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

I asked again, keeping my voice as calm as I could. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to help me, Ava. You’re going to give me what I’m owed.” “And what is that?” “Money, of course,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve got access to more than enough now, thanks to dear old Daddy. I want my share.” “I don’t have access to my father’s money,” I said honestly. “You’re wasting your time, Damian because you won't be getting a cent from me but ifI'm generous enoughI'll make sure you're thrown in Fortnox with your limbs intact..”

“If you go through with this, you'll loose your company's shares. Your investments. Your future.” Damian didn’t even flinch, “then do it." He said. " I won’t let fear rob me of love again. I think you're missing something. I am Damian, the most influential, successful and wealthy CEO.” With this, a beat of silence passed heavy with shock. Then Eloise stood. "And who made that possible for you?" Lord Blackwood asked. His gaze was fixed on Damian as he gently tapped his left thumb on his chair.

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.

Amara looked at me for response, but I didn't stared stonily into the crowd. "She looks really good Luciano. How about this. I'll take her off your hands. How does 4 million sound?" Arianna asked, winking at me. " No,no Arianna" Davidson said, his eyes running over Amara, pointedly gazing at her breasts. "She's worth more than that. I'll give you 45 million for her brother." Arianna gasped at the figure and giggled. "I could even run up to 50 million." he continued.

She can make a lot of money through her expertise as a psychiatrist. David has been the same as Daniele as he spent many years concentrating on how to make money to meet the needs of his family. He frequently left Daniele by herself in her mental health clinic to find the raw materials needed for their business. He receives the shares from the investments in Shipping Lines, Inc. and uses them to build more influence with other business partners and gain many clients with their pet shops and snack food houses. While Divine and Dianne also require His provision, he constructs a hotel for Anne's line of work as a hotel and restaurant manager. David is now 65 years old and Daniele is 52 years ol

Michael, Damien's father, tightened his jaw, though his face remained expressionless. “Father, he’s young. Every heir goes through a wild phase.” “This isn’t wildness,” Edward growled, leaning forward. “This is deterioration. Every tabloid that prints his name erases the respect your grandfather and I bled for. Money is no excuse to waste a life.” The door suddenly opened then, and Damian walked in, tall, impeccably dressed, and radiating entitlement. He caught sight of the article and laughed. “Ah, you saw the show.” He dropped into a chair, entirely too casual. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’m just living like any twenty-six-year-old millionaire should.”

He chuckles but he listens and slowly moves away from me before gazing back at the files on the table. "Okay, so from everything I have discovered about Damian—well, like you have seen in this evidence, he has been undergoing some shady dark deals with some powerful underground drug lords in the dark world who just go about doing crazy dark business like this, extorting billions of dollars from the minimum dark agencies. And well, Damian has sort of been using himself as a scapegoat for each and every one of them, running around and doing some dirty deals that he is not actually supposed to be going through, and he has used the funds to sustain his business and keep it at the high level that

“Who knows?“ “Don't even—” Another cup of cold water was poured on David before he could finish his words, and he didn't know when he shed a single tear. “Why are you doing this? What do you want? Is it money—” “Lucky for you that I can't afford to get into this cage and beat you to your death,” he laughed in scorn. “Do you think you can bail yourself free with your eight million dollar net worth?“ David gasped in shock. It was obvious from the guy's tone that the amount he hoped to earn from whether he was “working on” was a million times more gigantic than David's whole net worth.

"It’s an honor, Ms. Hart. Lucas talks highly of you.” His voice was smooth, confident, and a little too charming. “Adrian owns Cortez Innovations,” Lucas continued proudly. “A tech company worth… what is it now? two hundred million?” Couldn't he be a billionaire at least? God needs to punish Damian and demote him from being a billionaire. Someone has to beat his net worth. “Five hundred,” Adrian corrected with a modest shrug. “But we keep that quiet so people don’t ask for handouts.” Ugh, he is too cocky. Damian is a billionaire and does not even act that way.

NEXT MORNING••• Damien's eyes roamed to the cabinet built into the marble wall where Olivia's scrubs and toiletries always stood and the emptiness made something in him churn. He was suddenly pissed, remembering how she left with his brother of all persons. He continued staring at his reflection on the large mirror and the look of anger slowly morphed into irritation at himself. He was Damian Brown, a business man, owner of diverse companies and a Billionaire. It was dumb to get angry over people who weren't worth it. Besides, he was irresistible and it was easy to get any woman of his choice at the raise of a finger. Someone like Olivia held no value to him and that was it.