Damon Dash Net Worth 2003 Novels & Stories

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.

he advised. Lyla was fuming as he spewed out his nonsense. "Xander," I growled into the phone and he laughed. "Damon, it's so nice to hear your voice again" "I can't say the pleasure is mine, Xander. I never knew you were that expensive, four billion dollars for three uraniums. Wow, that's a lot of money. Let's change the plot twist a little bit, how about Five uraniums in exchange for the lives of your wife and three kids?"

I handled them all with practiced ease, smiling, shaking hands, exchanging cards, making mental notes of who was worth following up with and who was simply trying to use my name for their own benefit. Nikolai stayed back, quietly watching, observing, not interfering at all. I appreciated that more than I wanted to admit. And then he walked in. Damon Pierce. I recognized him immediately and it wasn’t because I'd ever met him, but because his face had been splashed across financial magazines for the last three years. He was young, handsome, and aggressively ambitious, the founder of a tech empire that had grown so quickly it had made Wall Street nervous. He was also, according to every busines

“You’re so timid and taciturn, just like how I first met my late wife.” Minerva Miriam Miller felt like she had jumped into a pool of fluffy cotton candies due to Damon’s words. His eyes…there was a hint of elation as well as sorrow and…and longing. “She died when she saved Darwin when we were skydiving in Dubai. I sued the company for that.” Minerva remained speechless, silent. “And now, I own that company. I am now their new owner.” “Ohh…” This man is a kind of person that one should never mess with—especially for a handsome man who has billions and an intimidating aura.

Do you want me to double the price? [Me: would you?] [Damon: if you manage to convince me] I scrunched my eyebrows. He had enough money to double it without fear of going broke. There was no doubt he was a millionaire, but even if he saved up his salary for years, it wouldn’t be up to a million dollars. [Me: no, but fr, what do you do?] [Damon: I don’t feel comfortable sharing my personal details over text] My tongue poked the inside of my cheek as I stared at the drawer which I had to put together. What did he mean by that?

Damon Moreno, though forty-three years older than me, was one of my most-trusted business partners in the software business, and I had invested some millions in his company some days ago to seal our newly-founded partnership. "By the way, did you hear that Fernandez is hosting the annual charity gala this year?" Damon asked as I walked him to the entrance of the company where his driver was waiting with his car. "Fernandez? The brat whose father died a couple of months ago?" I replied with a question of mine, and Damon nodded in affirmation which made me scoff. The brat was going to have squandered his dad's hard-earned wealth before the year ended with how reckless he was currently being.

She questions in disbelief, although I wrote my last name, and not Damon's. "Yes. "I reply. Not finding it necessary to explain that I soon will no longer be Mrs. Hudson. She shows her excitement and requests a picture. I smile at her cuteness and agree to take a selfie with her. Damon is not an average person around these parts. He's the CEO and owner of Glam Jewelries. His simplicity is the exact opposite of his fame. He's incredibly wealthy but chooses to act like an average man. Many controversies came up when the news of my intention to divorce Damon came out.

For Damon, with his wealth, spending 200,000,000 dollars to win Rebecca's affection might be worth it. Valarie snorted and glanced at the jewelry Damon was holding again, unable to hold back a smile. "You're right. I'd think the jewelry was beautiful at 10,000,000 dollars, but at 200,000,000 dollars, it's just a pile of rocks. I wouldn't be the sucker who spends that much!" Seeing Valarie finally smile, Nyla managed a small grin of her own. "Since you're not angry anymore, let's go." Valarie nodded. "Sure. We didn't win anything tonight. Staying here any longer would just be disappointing!"

It’s like Damon reads my mind, “You can do it. You have learned so much, and I can help train you for more responsibility.” “How much more is the pay?” I ask nervously, and Damon smiles brightly. “It’s a salaried position,” he pauses, “50k a year.” Fifty thousand a year!? I think I make like twenty right now! We are seriously in debt and struggling- I can’t turn this down! I jump up from my chair and run to Damon, throwing my arms around his neck. I am not even thinking about how inappropriate this is or if I should- I am just so happy.

They understood that Riya was going to be safe and secure in their home with Damon by her side. Damon Blake was the third generation son of the Blake Companies. One of the top 5 richest people in the world. His fashion companies rose to the top only a few months after the reins were handed over to him. He was merely 23 years old at the time. His popularity rose even higher, being one of the most lusted after bachelores the business industry had ever seen. He is handsome, muscular with a black hair and eyes. Every woman falls to their knees at his feet with the hope for him to just take her in for a night. And they would be blessed by the man of their dreams. But Damon had never shown interes