Damien Prince Net Worth Novels & Stories

As we made plans for our trip to Vienna next week, I glanced at my investment portfolio one more time. Net worth: $847 million and climbing. Monthly income from investments alone: $2.3 million. Damien's monthly payment: $100,000. The payment was less than 5% of what I made in a month just from passive income. But I'd never cancel it. Not because I needed the money. But because he needed the reminder. Every single month, for the rest of his immortal life, he'd remember what he threw away. And I'd barely notice his payment among all my other deposits.

Lucas thought and couldn't believe it. Daisy sighed in defeat. She didn't blame Princess at all because she knew the kind of person Lucius was. "It's okay, Princess. I won't fire you". Daisy announced before focusing her gaze at Damien who was staring and smiling innocently at her. "Who's he?". Daisy asked Princess. "Oh, he's Mr Damien Davis. Our top investor of the Company". Princess quickly replied.

He smiled flirting. Why don’t you tell me about yourself instead? I said Immediately after with a charming smile which I was sure he couldn’t resist, and yeah he opened up to me. I am Damian Prinkstone, the only son of the Prinkstone's, and the sole heir to the second most riches company in the world, after Vincent’s of course. He said and I gasped in surprise. Your kidding. I said in disbelief and he nodded. Yes I am. He said and we had a good laugh on that. After we were done laughing, he smiled and told me.

Soon, Damian was prized with multiple awards and accolades for his redevelopment of third-world nations. I was pissed for months knowing that we had only contributed to Stone Enterprises' stocks continuing to skyrocket in value the more philanthropic he became. It was like the more he lost financially, the more he gained in the end. Damian was practically untouchable, and it was driving me insane. His ability to turn every negative into a positive was becoming the bane of my existence.

Lucas arrived at the penthouse with coffee, a laptop, and a grim expression. "It's bad," he said, pulling up the TMZ article on his screen. "Really bad." I read over Damien's shoulder, my stomach sinking with every word: EXCLUSIVE: Billionaire Damien Cross's Marriage EXPOSED as Contract Arrangement! Wife Paid $10 Million for Year-Long Performance Sources close to the Cross family reveal that Damien Cross's whirlwind Vegas marriage to Isla Monroe was nothing more than a business transaction. According to leaked contract details, Monroe was paid $5 million upfront with another $5 million due at the end of their one-year arrangement.

I was in my office, doing as much work as I can before I left, when Damien barged in without knocking. "The youngest billionaire at the age of twenty-seven, Hawkins Pride," he said dramatically and threw the magazine where I recently did an interview on my table and I cringed when I saw myself on the front page. "Not only is he one of the richest men in the country, a self-made, but he's also the most sought-after bachelor." He continued to tease me and I threw a pen at him. "Fūck you. Get your ugly face out of my office." Damien laughed before he turned serious. "I'm afraid not, boss. Baldy from Peterson Corp. wants to sue you."

Is he gay? 'Com'on Abby are you lesbian too?!' I scrolled down DAMIAN SALVATORE's network amounted to $900million last year Jeez... I unconsciously touched my stomach.. Do..does that mean I'm carrying A BILLIONAIRE BABY?.... Fuck.... ------------------------

His deep voice filled the dining space, capturing the attention of the man who sat across him. As he sliced through the meat with a single slide of the knife in his grip, his eyes remained passive. His eyes and the aura he eluded appeared cold... He looked pissed. The fact that the first information passed to him in the early hours was not pleasing in the slightest left him this way. Gerald Hagnarok as a matter of fact, gets every information about the state firsthand, but ever since His Imperial Grace took his place back to the throne, he was a step ahead of him. GERALD HAGNAROK - Son of The Prime Minister, Multi-billionaire, Head of the Senate section of the East Coast Region.

EPISODE 4: Searching for one Damien shook the hand of the man sitting opposite him and smiled. His eyes shone beneath the sky and his hair danced and bounced with each move he made. A business deal was done and dusted and once again, his territory had been expanded. It was something to be proud of, something to be excited about, something to want too merry for. And yes, he would feast again to celebrate this new expansion and let the world know that he wasn’t going to stop.

"You have to steal important files from Damian's office for me..." He said handing her a pendrive... "Transfer all the data in this pendrive from his computer. I will transfer the money in your account..." "How much?..." She asked giving him all her attention... "10 million dollars..." He replied smirking... "I want 20, it's risky..." She demanded... He raised his eyebrows amused... "Fine, but I want it tomorrow..." "Consider it done..." She replied smirking....