Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

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

He scoffed. "Wow... You don't even know my name??" He asked. "Why should I bother??" I asked back. "I don't like the title... Don't bother just call me by my name." He said. "Which is?" "Damian Black." I almost spat out the food that was in my mouth. "The Damian Black?? Then that means..." "That's right. I'm the owner of Black and Co designers." He said smugly. What the hell?!?!?!

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…

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.”

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..”

"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.

The fact that he didn’t satisfy Dani’s need explained a lot about what kind of man he was. I studied him for a moment. “And here I thought Deck Humphries wasn’t involved with mobs.” I stood up and buttoned my suit. “It’s disappointing, really. Your father must be proud of you.” “I know who you are. You’re a mob, too. That’s why I agreed to this meeting.” I laughed and shook my head. “So you want a more powerful mob to invest in your nightclub, is that it?” “Three million, Damian.” “It’s Damiano. And no. I’m a legit businessman.”

Damian said, his face and voice void of any emotion. Just like one of those strict billionaire boss stories you probably have read about. "Wait, are you firing me?" I asked "No sweetie, why would he do that? I pleaded with him, to give you a month left so we can plan the wedding together" she said with a reassuring smile. "you will have twenty million dollars transferred to your account, ten million upfront, and ten million after the wedding. Any questions?" Damian asked, finally lifting his head to look at me. Is he trying to pay my retirement pension as his ex-lover or what?