Emilia Fazzalari Net Worth Novels & Stories

He leaned closer and said, "Emilia, can you give me more money? I've recently set my eyes on a stunning and prominent influencer with over five million followers online! "However, she's kind of haughty. I only managed to get her contact information after sending her quite a few virtual gifts. But even then, I still couldn't meet her in person! If I have the money, I can get her a Ferrari. I bet she won't be able to ignore me then!" Emilia's lips curled up into a smirk. "So, what do you plan to do after you meet her?" Maverick grinned mischievously. "Naturally, I'll fuck her! I've already spent so much money on her, so why not have some fun, right?"

Everyone knew he had that kind of money, but it had never been legitimized. For a long time he had been known as a multimillionaire only worth $13 million. It took a lot of connections and pulling some strings to make the numbers match up and update his net worth to over half a trillion. It was attributed to the success of a company that we had bought from under someone and pretended that we were the original investors. No amount of research would make you uncover the fact that it was all a lie and that we had just put the money Emilio had in the bank.

Every document related to her father's company had been sent over to her. It's been days and Emelia dared not step out of her room, covered in files and papers, she drinks one cup of coffee to the next. So much needed tending. She had not been the one to deal with the problems of the company in her previous life, at least not while Mark had offered to shoulder the responsibility. Zorah and Fame couture was the biggest in the fashion industry with multiple branches scattered all over the country and beyond. Emilia was not a newbie to the happenings of the business. She was not talented. She was what they call a beauty with the hands of a goddess.

“No, Raffael. I like college. I like being a person, not just a billionaire’s wife.” I flicked my thumb over her nipple through the thin fabric causing her to let out a sharp, broken moan. “A billionaire who invests enough in that school to destroy it if he wants. Just say the word, Tempesta.” Emilia sat up, pulling just far enough away to look me in the eye. “The said billionaire can stick to fucking me and stop acting like a virgin testing the waters.” “Saw through the act, did you?” I stepped between her knees, gripping her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed until she was flush against me.

He says and brought out some other documents. "Can I proceed?" He asked and she nodded, Setting the envelope on her table "The Late Mrs Romano's networth is 2,000,000,000$, She has a total of eight construction companies and two hotels. Five restaurants in five different countries, Four houses in different countries including Cunningham, A fleet of cars etc. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that 50% of her net worth be given to her daughter Rielle Romano while the remaining 50% be given to Elvis Romano. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that her daughter Rielle Romano goes through the envelope given to her daughter." He says and looked up at a shocked Rielle.

She is smiling seductively on the camera making me smirk. “Emilia Lucille De Lapaz.” I read her name. Actually, I didn’t expect that her name will roll smoothly on my tongue. I continued to scroll down to look even more on her profile. “She’s once married an anonymous man?” I asked myself when I saw that her status was divorced. I fished my phone and dialed Sumeria’s number. “What can you say about it?” she asked. “Who’s the anonymous man?” I breathe. She giggled on the other line.

"B-but why sir? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate your gesture but it seems strange" Emilio smiled, "It's not that deep. I am Emilio Romano, one of America's richest billionaires and you are my personal maid. I can not have you looking like you work for a pauper. Your clothes aren't up to my taste. Even my maids have better clothes than you. I need to make you look like someone who actually works for Emilio Romano. Not some pauper" The shock I felt withered away, he just basically insulted me right now. My eyes accessed my clothing. I don't see anything wrong with what I'm wearing. And I bought it with my hard earned money.

Politicians, business leaders, old money families, anyone who might be useful or dangerous to know about. It took me three searches before I found him, and when his profile loaded on my screen, I gasped audibly. Francesco Newton. Seventy-three years old. Estimated net worth: eight hundred billion euros. Former Italian Ambassador to Mexico, current board member of six major corporations, unofficial advisor to three different Italian prime ministers. And more importantly, Fx! He is the Fx! Fuck!!!! And according to his personal information, he had one daughter. An only child who'd moved to Mexico after her mother's death to pursue her mother's dream of experiencing Mexican culture.

"You really intend to—" "She must die." Leonardo's face was devoid of expression on the screen. "Vittoria Costa must disappear for good." The footage ended. "This…" Marco was the first to stand, his face pale. "What's this?" "Sit down," I said without looking at him. I opened the second document. "This is the financial record of Marco Belli Construction over the past five years, showing transfers to shell companies controlled by Leonardo Rossi. The embezzlement of the famiglia's funds totalled up to 18 million dollars."

“And I don’t want to give you any excuse to come after me.” He opened his mouth to speak, but I continued. “If I could launder that much for you, Matteo, do you really think I didn’t build myself an escape route?” The color drained from his face. “For the past five years, for every dollar I cleaned for you, I skimmed three cents. It all went into a network of ghost accounts.” I smiled. “With compound interest, that little fund is now worth one-point-two billion dollars.” “And then there’s Europe,” I continued. “I opened three private banks in Switzerland under the Rossi family name, invested in London real estate funds, and acquired two luxury brands in Paris.”