Draco Rosa Net Worth Novels & Stories

He lowered his head as he backed out of the room, when John added nonchalantly, "Also, buy that diamond ring that caught Lara's eye. No matter how much it costs." I laughed coolly—that ring was worth millions, but he would get anything Lara wanted. There was a time when the Garnett family's business had gone bankrupt. Even so, I had stayed at his side, sparing even instant noodles if I could. Tuna sandwiches and full-course meals were a luxury, but I worked through sleepless nights for three months just to buy him an expensive suit. I remember his eyes welling up with tears as he put it on. "You stayed with me through such a difficult time—I will definitely return this favor a hundredfold. I

I said calmly. His breathing turned uneven. “I do not even know what you are talking about.” That irritated me more than it should have. “Isabella,” I said. “The girl you call little Bella. I told you to keep her off that stage.” Realization hit him too late. “Draco, listen,” he rushed out. “She brings in the biggest crowd. She is my top earner. I could not just ignore that kind of money.” That was the wrong answer. I grabbed him by the collar and drove him back down.

She picked up the magazine and began to read, frantic. Nothing about handsome billionaire Drake Holt , 32, has ever been predictable . . . except for his love of partying. It seems, however, that scandal’s favorite billionaire is turning over a new leaf. Reports coming out of boardrooms state that Drake has sold the incredibly lucrative The Grand Channel and its spinoff stations to a powerful Saudi billionaire for over a billion dollars. When asked why he was getting out of the cable industry, Holt’s reps were notoriously closed-mouthed. One source says that despite the fact that ratings have been up, Drake was unhappy with the business itself. She said that “someone opened his eyes, and he

*** A sensation was created in the country on this day. The news flooded all channels one by one. “According to a source of information from Southrive’s Swallowston, War Legate Draco’s whereabouts have been found. More than a hundred thousand people in Swallowston have currently surrounded One Jewel Road and are begging for War Legate Draco to leave retirement.” Novemton News reported, “War Legate Draco has been found. His real identity is the son of Swallowston’s Paraiso Group founder, Henry Xander. His mother’s name is Rue Blanchet and his younger sister is Adaline Xander.”

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

her voice rises a notch; “that Harlan Rousseau, heir to the biggest oil empire in the United States, is offering to get you admitted to one of the most expensive hospitals in the world, and hire a world class cardiologist to cater to you. Not just that. He’s also willing to have you chauffeured by his personal driver in cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars; even went further to build a private clinic specially for you… and you sit there and tell me you will not accept his generosity because of your feelings?” My throat suddenly feels too tight. “It doesn’t sound like you’re on my side, Chiara.” “Because I’m fucking not!” She snaps. “You dated a hockey player who made millions for five

They had arranged 999 roses into a huge heart shape, making a beautiful sea of red. There was a white Audi Q5L parked nearby. Draco Wang was wearing a well-ironed suit and his hair was slicked back with so much oil that even a fly could not land on it. He held a bouquet in his hand and smiled, ready to give the goddess of his dreams a big surprise. Behind him were two sidekicks holding banners that read, "Evelyn, I love you forever!" It was obvious that he came well-prepared. As the son of the city's biggest real estate tycoon, Draco was filthy rich!

It seemed Oswald intended to manipulate the situation to extract more money from him, given his prolonged silence. Oswald got to the point, "I know, but I'm in a financial bind right now." Draco snorted. "I'll give you 280,000 dollars once it's done." Oswald chuckled. "But I believe your worth exceeds that, doesn't it?" Annoyed, Draco reprimanded, "You're simply identifying those involved. How much do you need for that?" With that, he abruptly ended the call, fearing Oswald might know too much.

Consequently, I was forced to maintain a civil mask around her for the time being. “Oh, my thanks for holding your pack mates in mind, Brooke!” Rosa offered a bright, friendly chime of gratitude as her fingers unwrapped the gift on her desk. However, the exact moment she turned her back to my station, the plastic smile vanished from her features, replaced by a cold sneer. All three of Draco’s senior assistants monitored his profile on the spiritual networks; naturally, Rosa had consumed every image from the northern Citadel the moment they flared online. A mixture of profound shock and white-hot rage had gripped her core when the portraits appeared. “How can this stray have achieved such pos

His fingers dug into his palm, ripping the skin. "It'll only stop when we find their leader," Alfos clarified. "Sometimes I wonder if the male is sucking Draken's balls, that seems to be the only reasonable thing that could make someone so attached to him," Draco spat, gritting his teeth. Alfos gave him a brief look. "You might be right. I mean, Draken has been in debt for a while now. It wasn't only a few days ago that he cleared his debt." Shocked, Draco gazed at Alfos. "He cleared his debts? How?"