Damien Prince Net Worth Novels & Stories

The fifth guy looked like the tech guy. He was not as muscular as the rest, so he opened his computer and showed me the screen. " These are the number of attempts on Damien's life, and none were successful! He didn't just earn the prince of Cabin city because of his money! He earned it because of how impossible it is to break his security detail. His phone number cannot be tracked! None of his cars ever were. I will advise you to let this go ma'am “ he advised softly, trying to resonate with my emotions.

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.

Colten had slapped him in the face with his actions, showing him that money could allow one to do anything, and that most of the world's wealth was controlled by a few, leaving ordinary people like him to be nothing more than sacrifices of capital. This was how Damien’s worldview had been shattered, and everything he had once believed in fell apart. This was how he became the person he was today. But at the time, Natalie didn't understand any of this. She couldn't bear to leave Aron with such a man, so her escape plan was delayed again and again. Around this time, rumors about Damien’s cruelty began to spread. Someone had leaked that he had abused and long imprisoned his wife, leading to her

"Geez!" Prince Dominic couldn't believe his ears, the alcohol in his system had immediately cleared when he heard that Jake was the funder of the games. Just now, he had thought of him as nothing but a peasant. Who knew he had so much money that he could fund the games without breaking a sweat. He knew as of that moment that he had underestimated his enemy. "Umm, wait a minute," Prince Dominic walked over, looking confused as he spoke, "does this mean he will be at the games? Does this mean he won't fight for the princess?"

He had wealth, and in those days it was almost as good, sometimes better than a title. When they decided to get married, the whole family had gotten involved and that was a little much for Damien. When her mother demanded a truly princely sum for a bride price, he had really gotten angry. The mother had propositioned him for sexual encounters several times before the engagement announcement, and when he had refused to give her that much money, she threatened to tell the Baron of his misdeeds and uncouth behavior. He literally went off the deep end at that point, and his anger proved to be his undoing. He had shifted form right in front of her and the servants. In his rage, he had torn her ap

I was sure I had seen him somewhere before. When he noticed how cautious I was acting, he chuckled softly. "You're careful. That's good." Then, he extended his hand. "Damien Cole." My eyes widened instantly. I thought, 'No wonder Irene never wanted to go back to Nolan. Damien is far wealthier than Nolan could ever hope to be.' Damien's family ran one of the largest corporations in the industry. Nolan couldn't hold a candle to that. Still, that only made Irene's choice to cheat on him even stranger. After all, she worshipped money and status too much to risk losing a man like Damien.

But my cheeks were burning and I could feel fresh wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Damien stepped closer, fuck to close. He towered over me now. One hand came up, not touching me, just hovering near my throat like he was thinking about it. His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, to where my robe had slipped open enough to show the top of my breasts. “I owe some very bad people a lot of money,” he said flatly. “Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. They know about this house and they sure do know about you and the only way I keep them from coming after you as collateral… is if you belong to me. Completely.”

Damian boasted to Eunice and Roxy, his face beaming with pride. "25 million dollars!" Damian hadn't even basked in his victory when a sharp voice rang out from Private Suite No. 1. Eunice clenched her fist in anger. "Why is it Ashton again? What is he trying to do this time? He's clearly trying to make things difficult for us!"

I never told anyone that. And my father went to prison while our family lost everything to lawsuits. But that wasn't enough. It will never be enough. I click on another article, this one more recent. Damien Cross at thirty-two, standing in front of his glass tower, looking like he's carved from ice and fury. Cross Technologies Surpasses $2 Billion Valuation. He rebuilt what my father destroyed. And now he wants to interview me. My vision blurs. I don't realize I'm crying until a tear hits the keyboard.

There were blurry screenshots that looked fake as hell, but the damage was done and comments were flooding in. Typical rich guy. Wife just had a baby and he’s already back to his side piece. Poor Eve, she deserves better. Sterling empire about to crumble again with all this drama. I felt sick. “This is bullshit, right? She’s making it up.” “Of course it’s bullshit,” Damon said sharply. “I haven’t spoken to that woman except to tell her to fuck off. She’s been leaking crap for weeks, but this one’s bigger. My PR team is already on it. We’ll get statements out, threaten lawsuits, the works.”