Damien Prince Net Worth Novels & Stories

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.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

said Damian with a smile . " Yeah ! It's really cool.......Do you really own all of this ? " said Angelo amazed . " Yes , I do ! From the front road where you came in here and every step you have taken until this floor , is mine . This whole building is mine . " said Damian . " Wow..........you are so rich . Have you made the money to create this company yourself ? " asked Angelo . " Mmmm......I was born in a wealthy family but I didn't use their money to build this company . I just took a bit of their money for some investments . " said Damian with a smile .

"What?! What did you just say?" I knew he was getting older and his werewolf hearing wasn't what it used to be, so I kindly repeated myself. "Damien didn't give me hundreds of millions. I only got sixty million, and I dumped it all into the stock market today."

"Fifty million dollars worth of property, gone in exchange for a single address." "James," Damien warned again, but weaker this time. "He didn't hesitate for a second," his assistant said, tears actually forming in his eyes. "When they told him the price, he just said 'Done.' No negotiation, no trying to find a cheaper option. Just immediate agreement to pay whatever they wanted." I felt tears streaming down my face as I realized the magnitude of what Damien had sacrificed for me. "You gave up almost 50 million dollars?" I whispered "It was just a building," he said weakly, his eyes still locked on mine. "You're irreplaceable."

... I sensed trouble too late. By the time I wanted to bolt, the trap had already sprung. "Chester, we're talking seven million five hundred thousand bucks here. I can't pay that off in ten lifetimes! "But you, man? You're the lucky one. That crescent-shaped birthmark on your belly is like a golden ticket, meant to bail me out of this mess!" A chill ran down my spine. Fear gripped my throat so tight I forgot how to breathe.

he said quietly, “Because I am certain,” He studied me for a moment before smiling, “I can tell you are not just trying to make money,” he whispered, “You are building up to something, something bigger.” I held his gaze, but said nothing. That was reply enough for him. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Finally, he smiled, “How about this,” Damien said with a calm voice, “How about I give you three million dollars to start?”

While most nobles made their fortune from trading human slaves or cattle, Daniel was one of the few noble-class who became wealthy differently. His business is engaged in construction. Yep, he owns a company that builds buildings, houses, and even roads. And somehow, only Damien is the only vampire in the world who owns a construction company, and his subsidiaries are scattered all over the country in the Americas. So, in other words, all the buildings other than the existing ones from the human world were all made by Damien's company. Just by building an elite housing complex, Damien would get an average budget of sixty-five million dollars. Currently, his company has many buildings, houses

He scans the arena. Damien Blackwell. So that's his name. These rich, mysterious men and their sophisticated names. “$100 million from Damien Blackwell,” Mr Shumway repeats. “Going once... going twice—” “$200 million!” Liam roars and clenches his teeth. What??? I’m practically holding my breath. This is getting out of hand. $200 million for a single painting?! And Damien Blackwell, whoever he is, is so calm and composed. He’s not even breaking a sweat. He leans backwards in his seat and smiles.

She typed his name into the search bar at eleven thirty on a Wednesday night, sitting cross-legged on her bed in an oversized t-shirt, laptop balanced on her knees. Damien Wolfe. The results loaded. Rain stared. Then she scrolled. Slowly. Then faster. Damien Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Industries — Forbes 30 Under 30. Wolfe Industries posts record third quarter — shares surge 18%. Damien Wolfe acquires Harrington Group in landmark $4.2 billion deal. The Wolf of Crestwood — profile piece, Business Insider. Damien Wolfe — net worth estimated at $14.7 billion. Fourteen point seven billion.