Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

The ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he squeezed his face, before opening his eyes, then he rolled himself on the bed, before getting up. He was just waking up from sleep, but it didn’t look like he just woke up, because his handsomeness was something anyone will write home about. His name is Damian Walter, he is just twenty-six years old and yet he was already a billionaire of his own. He has a sugar company and it’s growing abundantly.

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.

He carried no laptop, no files, just himself. And somehow, that was enough. “Ms. Whitmore,” he greeted with a smooth nod. “Mr. Adams.” Ryan stiffened. “You know my name.” Damian smiled slightly. “I make it a habit to know the names of those who protect people I’m interested in.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “Interested? In what sense?” Damian looked at Aria. “In the business sense,” he said with a calm that didn’t fool anyone. Ryan reluctantly sat. Damian pulled out a chair opposite Aria and sat down. “I assume you’ve heard by now. I own Blackwood Holdings.”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

The photo showed a man with dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp features, eyes that looked like they calculated every variable in a room. DAMIAN CROSS (39) — The charming one, at least in photographs. Tech entrepreneur, founder of CrossTech Industries. Net worth $5.7 billion. Several high-profile affairs before he apparently disappeared from public dating. The dossier described him as "seductive," "possessive," and "theatrical." The photo showed a man with blonde hair, blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when smiling, the kind of face that could convince you to do things you'd regret.

Sophia said quietly. "No. He doesn't talk about painful things. Never has." Catherine touched the photo lightly. "After David died, Damon just closed off that part of himself. Threw himself into school, into work, into being perfect. Like if he was perfect enough, it would make up for David being gone." She looked up at Sophia. "You knew that about him though. You understood that drive." "I tried to," Sophia said. "I didn't always get it right but I tried."

i asked and he nodded "Damien!!" I whispered-yelled at him "Eating here looks like it would cost a fortune and not to talk about renting it out, that’s too much for me" i said still surprised by the fact that he did that "You are worth every penny princess, besides it doesn’t cost much, at least I didn’t feel it, so you have to stop worrying about anything princess, besides Richardson enterprises isn’t just one, i have shares in some top hotels you know and i have three hotels too, some restaurants and two construction building, a few estates in California, i have enough to last the third generation after me" he says nonchalantly

"What the fuck do you want... I told you... "I want the money for your dad's surgery and the Company's debit paid since you don't want this marriage anymore as agreed.” Damon had cut her off. He sounded angry, sounded desperate to ruin her___ his tone held so much hatred for the latter not because of anything, but because she had dared to call off their engagement. There was silence for a while before Alessia finally spoke up. "How much?" "4 billion"Damon had replied. The men stared at each other in shock while Dante just let out a dark chuckle, tapping the tip of his cigarette on the table which could mean the sound of a drum of war.

Like they both knew this was no longer just stolen moments in offices and conference rooms. Damian spoke first. “My engagement to Sophia was never about love,” he said quietly. “It’s a merger. Her family controls the ports and shipping routes I need to expand internationally. In exchange, her father gets a piece of every major development I touch for the next ten years. It’s business. Cold, calculated, and completely empty.” Alex turned the wine glass in his hands. “And you’re okay with that?” “I was.” Damian looked at him. Really looked. “Until a twenty-four-year-old with too much attitude and my biggest rival’s last name walked into my office and made me question every choice I’ve ever mad

“I would pay you three million pounds for it, and also assist in recovering your father's company.” “I can't agree to this. I've always wanted to build my career and marriage is not part of my plan, not even a contract marriage…”. Sophia said Damien cut in, “I'm not asking you to agree” I frowned, “what?” “I'm asking you to think about it”. Damien paused before he continued, “you don't have to answer today”. He opened a small drawer in his desk and brought out a small business card. “My direct number”, he said, placing the card on his desk. “Whatever your answer is, call me”.