Damien Prince Net Worth Novels & Stories

Eden said without thinking much. "I must confess, I haven't done anything like this before, so I was quite nervous about whether you'd like this." Damien replied only to get Eden dumbfounded. She thought he would have done this for several times for his girls but then giving it a thought, she realized now he was always busy with his work. She for once or twice saw him with two girls in a club for all the months, she had been with him. Then how did he actually get to be called as one month prince? She wondered. And before she stop herself, words were already out, "But the tabloids_"

"Damien is a busy man who runs an international empire. He handles billions of dollars every day. Of course he is stressed. You need to swallow your pride, apologize for whatever you did, and make sure he stays happy." "You don't understand—" "No, you don't understand, Serena," she interrupted viciously. "Damien’s financial team just wired your father the quarterly allowance yesterday. It was double the usual amount. We just put a down payment on a new property because of your husband's generosity. You will not ruin our financial security with your childish tantrums." The words froze the blood in my veins. "He sent you money yesterday?"

Damien smirked, wiping blood from his lip. “Wife?” he mocked. “She’s a prisoner with a ring. A decoration. A trophy to your dead brother’s ghost.” Amelia’s eyes filled with pure fury. “You think I’m powerless?” she said, stepping around Alejandro. “Damien Blackwood… I am going to destroy your life and I’m going to enjoy myself doing so.” Damien barked a hoarse laugh. “You? Destroy me? You have NOTHING, You no longer work for Blackwood Industries You are just A Disgraced Ex Convict CEO!”

Those two trembling words pierced through whatever armor I had left. He wasn’t the kind of man who admitted fear. Damian Vale was strength. Steady. Sharp. Controlled. For him to say he was scared meant something enormous had shifted under his feet. My pulse quickened. “Damian… what’s wrong?” He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening before he spoke again. “I don’t want to lose my company.” My breath caught. The words came out raw, stripped of pride or pretense. He looked away, his eyes fixed on the floor as if he was ashamed to admit it.

She made a soft sound that might have been approval. Damien called at seven-thirty while I was waiting on the order from Evelyn's favorite breakfast place--I'd had that detail for weeks, one of the first things his report had told me. The woman ate the same egg white omelet with avocado and sourdough toast every Saturday morning when she was in a good headspace. It felt like the kind of thing worth knowing. "Financials update," Damien said without preamble. "The ten billion is still untouched. Every cent of it sitting in that account. She hasn't moved a single dollar."

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

she threatened and cut the call. That's how I know of the casino. Damien had come to my office one night not looking good. Apparently he had a fight with Lisa and decided to gamble. Something he vowed not to do again. Unfortunately, the person he played with lost all his money and even bet more than he had. That person is supposedly owing Damien six hundred million dollars. Who in their right mind gambles with that sum of money? In less than thirty minutes, Damien walked in briskly like his whole life is about to fall apart.

He is 6'8 in height and with a muscular body, he looks so dashing when he came into the university wearing suits. He is the elder child of his parents and heir of an empire. His father Simson Paul is a multi-billionaire with many multinational companies inside and outside the country. They have restaurants, hotels, clubs and ports... Damien is twenty-five. He was very concentrated on his studies but after an uneventful condition. He has to look after his business. At a very young age, he had seen his father getting on the verge of death. A year ago, Simson paul got a heart attack and went into a coma. Damien was so scared, he was so worried about his father. Damien took care of his father da

And he decided it was about time to end it. “One thousand gold coins” Yet again he had managed to capture the attention of everyone and everything in the room, when the Prince does things, he does them in a big way. “SOLD TO THE CROWN PRINCE!” The auctioneer screamed out excitedly happy because he had never gotten this amount of money from a bid ever before. Everyone looked at Damien as if he had grown a second head, was a human worth one thousand gold coins? That was a lot of money and it just showed people that the royals have enough money to spare.

But it was the intensity in his piercing hazel eyes that made Ava’s breath hitch. It was the kind of look that seemed to see everything, even the parts you tried to hide. His tailored suit clung to his frame just enough to hint at the strength beneath, and his aura was both protective and utterly intoxicating. Damien was the last child of the Cole’s with Adrian's mom being his elder sister. The age gap between him and Adrian was six long years. He refused to join the family business, the Cole Group and grew his own business, Phoenix Code Solutions, a tech empire that had outgrown the Cole Group fivefold making him the most richest in the family and the country.