Elizabeth Marvel Net Worth Novels & Stories

Uncle Sebastian who had been quiet all this time spoke. “Yes, Uncle.” Eli responded. “Isabella Otto’s net worth at the time had spiked and made her eligible for such amount—even though that's nothing compared to half her current network.” The way Eli, said the last part of that sentence, it felt like $80 million was such a menial amount compared to what I was actually worth. “Well that confirms it. When I set my eyes on that wretch I had a feeling he was nothing but criminal asshole.” Aunty Genny said once more.

“Don’t imitate the behavior of Magda and Elizabeth, so you won’t be scolded.” “Huh, don’t be too nice so you don’t get hurt again. Don’t expect you and Sir Charles to get back together because I only want Ma’am Elizabeth as my boss.” Marimar glared at the woman. Elizabeth can be sure that there will be a bonus. She is rich, unlike Stella. “You still look like money.” Stella wandered off and left the woman. She knows that she often receives money from Elizabeth and Magda. Annoyed, Marimar continued cleaning. After a while, she stopped and took out the cellphone from her pocket. And she immediately sent a message to Elizabeth.

Jonathan announced over the microphone and the spotlight fell on me as I climbed down the stairs. A wave of gasps washed over my guests as most of them knew me but not as the owner of the biggest Tech company in the country but as the trophy wife of Sebestian Blackwood who disappeared after their nasty divorce. Well, it’s time to change their narrative. Charlotte Montgomery is back to restore her name and reputation.

He would never risk 2 billion dollars for a small fry like herself. She bit her lips and said, "Mr. Ellis, you don't have to do this, I can resign." "I'm not worth 2 billion dollars." Tom looked at her cheerfully, "You are definitely worth that money." "You are Mr. Valentine's wife. Investing in you is definitely worth it. I could easily get back 2 billion with you on my side. If anything, 20 billion would still be a small sum to your husband." Eliza was taken aback.

“He said he finds me both intriguing and interesting and he wants to get to know me. For God sake, the man is a freaking billionaire. Why would he want to get to know me at all, I am nothing.” “You are smart and beautiful, Liz. You are far from nothing and I can see exactly what he sees in you, do not ever downplay yourself.” “Thank you Mar, I love you so much.” Elizabeth said hugging her friend. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine and you are going to absolutely nail this and be so rich that I will be booking appointments just to see you.” “Don’t be silly Mar, you are going to be rich alongside me.” Elizabeth smiled.

At her 28% stake post-dilution, her equity was worth. "Three hundred and thirty-six million dollars," Marcus supplied, clearly doing the same math. "Not counting the DOD contract's impact on future valuations. Elena, you're not just a millionaire. You're approaching half a billion in net worth." The numbers felt surreal. Three years ago, she'd been stealing food to survive. Now investment firms valued her creation among the tech industry's elite. But what struck her most was the timing…this news arriving hours before her return to Silvermoon.

Elizabeth was the first one to break the kiss, both of them out of breath. Panting, Elizabeth says, "I'll sell my shares to you when I become CEO legally in 6 months." August looks at her, shocked yet again, and Elizabeth laughs, "Imagine your father's face when he finds out that you own Dereon Inc. And have more shares than him." She tells him, nuzzling his neck. August comes back to reality and realises the gravity of what she just proposed. "Dragonfly, are you sure about this? Your father just left you all these shares-"

How insane could this woman be? "Oh, of course, I am not over him. The diamond and cheque weren't enough." Elizabeth answered with a smirk and added, "...because in my line of work, a little money is not a good thing. I’m hardly ever home now because I work hard. I want more of it. Eddie and the bitch had it without breaking a fucking sweat." "So you’re jealous?" He asked with a lifted eyebrow.

Don Roberto added from the head of the table, his booming voice dripping with impatience. ​Zeke’s eyes finally flickered toward his father, a sharp, incredibly dangerous glint cutting through his dark irises. ​"Taste?" Zeke’s voice was terrifyingly calm. "Xielle has an independent five-million-dollar net worth that she built entirely with her own blood, sweat, and discipline. She worked for every single cent, carving out her own name in an industry designed to eat people alive.” He stopped for a second. " Don’t you dare compare her to Vivianne, who does absolutely nothing but drain her family’s capital like an endless fountain. Xielle is incomparable. She is the brand. Vivianne is just a nam

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.