Davido Parents Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Well, it's not too late now." "No, it's not," I smirked. "But just out of curiosity... how is David doing?" "He's great," Ryder said unapologetically. "His company just went public on the NASDAQ. He's worth hundreds of millions. Honestly, he should be thanking me. And your sister is living her best billionaire-wife life." "So, it was a win-win-win?" "A four-way win," he corrected. "You forgot our future pups." "What pups? We don't have kids."

I used my maiden name because I did not want to use Damien's name to secure any favors, I wanted to work for myself and take care of my father. Damien, whom I had finally googled had me gasping and widening my eyes at my screen when I found out his net worth and status in the society. He's the CEO of Kingston Tech that produces some of the best electronic devices in the US, then he owns clubs, hotels, along with so many assets all over the place, he ventured into so many businesses and was even into oil and gas, an industry that was not to be toyed with. He was a goldmine through and through. He was so young, it became a source of minute worry how he got so wealthy and became a multi billion

I asked, my fingers hovering just above the photo of the sunlit school. "I have money, Emilia. A lot of money," David said, leaning against the table. "From before. From the years I spent tracking financial lines for Reyes's network. I saved every single bonus, invested it through blind trusts, and never touched a dime of it. I've been holding onto it, waiting for this exact moment." "Waiting for what, David? To play the hero?" "Waiting for you," he corrected gently, looking right into my eyes. "Waiting for the chance to offer you something real, away from the blood and the contracts."

She said. "Baby, please be intrusive from now on. I want you to know every little thing about my life, you grab. Everything. I want you to have the answers to every single question you might have okay?" I told her. "Okay babe." She said smiling sweetly. "Okay now back to that finance matter. Let me explain. When we all turned 25. First Kola then Tunde and I because I'm only older than Tunde by a few days. Kola is older by a year so he's the elder brother. We all got our trust funds. I have to start with Dad's net worth so you will understand what I'm about to say. My father has a net worth of up to five billion dollars. He isn't on Forbes list with the likes of Dangote and Otedola because he

After going to the counter to get our orders, we came back and sat by the window seat where he had picked. “I can’t believe you work for Mr. Alessio Castelli. The guy’s a billionaire!” David exclaimed with wide eyes, bringing up the topic about the man I so desperately wanted to forget. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” I took a sip of my caramel latte. “I went to search him up after meeting him at the parking lot because he’s one hell of a looker and then I found out his net worth is in the billions too! Talk about the whole package.”

With their help, Dave was able to develop his business, which he had built through his own hard work and sweat. Ferdinan and Sekar, Dave's parents, had actually insisted on injecting funds into the construction of Dave's hotel and resort business. However, Dave didn't directly refuse. He gave his children's bank account numbers to Ferdinan, so every month, Dave's parents would transfer a sum of money to Elora and Ivand's accounts for their future education expenses.

"Riley? When did you get back? You should've told me. I would've picked you up myself." "You've been overseas with my dad, haven't you?" I said lightly. "I didn't want to trouble you." I paused, then added, "Mr. Neel, is the salary my dad gives you not enough? If the hospital bills are short, I can transfer some money over." "No, no, it's more than enough," David said quickly, and I could hear the relief in his voice. "Your father pays me and my wife 20 thousand dollars a month. We've saved more these past few years than we did our entire lives before.

After he sits down next to me, I bite my bottom lip and coax myself to start the conversation. "So, um, not that you have to tell me or anything, but why weren't you at work?" "Had some business outside of the office." He answers bluntly, taking a sip of his drink. I cough into my hand, beginning to form the words I've actually come to say. "David... I saw the things you gave me. Uh, I-I am really appreciative of all that, but you really didn't need to spend those things on me, I didn't earn them. " I spill, trying not to look down at

"Ma'am, this is a formal event. Please refrain from causing a disruption." Mom smiled faintly, her gaze steady and cutting. "I'm not here to disrupt anything. But if you're slandering my daughter in public while using funds stolen by my ex-husband and his maid to make donations, that's a different story. David, the one whose time is up—is you." David froze, his face a mix of disbelief and panic. "This... this can't be! How did you get out?" Mom chuckled. "I built Sinclair Corp into the country's most successful business empire. Did you honestly think you could outsmart me?"