روايات وقصص ضمن Emilia Fazzalari Net Worth

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.”

Two million dollars for one year of work. I signed. "Excellent." The woman collected the papers with obvious satisfaction. "My name is Victoria. I am the personal assistant to Eleanora Marchetti, the woman you will be impersonating whenever required." The name hit me like a physical blow to the chest. Eleanora Marchetti was one of the most famous socialites in the world, heir to a shipping fortune, regularly featured in tabloids for her glamorous lifestyle and her notoriously private marriage to tech billionaire Alessandro Marchetti.

Gigio's wealth was no joke. His personal net worth exceeded $1.2 billion, while his corporate empire, the Moratta Group, held a staggering valuation of $6 billion. If that vast fortune were split in half, Lucas would instantly skyrocket into the ranks of the top twenty wealthiest individuals in Verdansk. And that didn't even include the unfathomable wealth he had already amassed and left behind with the Veleno mafia. "Father! Do you even realize what you just said?" Dario demanded, his face twisted in utter disbelief.

I asked, my eyes locked onto Ivan's face. "According to reports," Ivan continued, "Emilia fell ill shortly after the birth of Aria, Anna's real name. She was never seen in the public eye again, and her business empire was managed by her team until her death." I felt a pang of sadness, thinking about the life Emilia must have led. "Is there any information about her family?" I asked, hoping to find some connection to Anna's past. Ivan shook his head. "Unfortunately, there is no information about Emilia's family. However, records indicate that she was of Italian descent, which might explain Anna's Mediterranean features."

“Emilia is Carter Clarke’s wife. They don’t live here, but when Emilia is in town, she usually joins us for lunch. Emilia and Carter have founded many charitable organizations, and Emilia is always trying to make a difference. I think you’ll really like her.” Emilia winks at me. “Carter is the Fintech guy,” she says, referring to her husband. I look at her with wide eyes. “Oh! His company recently branched out into medical research, and the findings have been astounding. I looked into it for my mother, but I…” My heart sinks. There was no way I could even get in touch with Carter Clarke, much less gain access to some of his technology.

His smile was faint but visible now. “It’s Emilia, Arianna,” Tyler corrected, his arm still possessively around Mila’s waist. “And I think going up without a silver spoon in her mouth made her the woman she is today. Strong, powerful, incredibly stylist, and someone I wouldn’t mind working with. Besides,this is the future of the industry, isn’t it? Combining ethics with luxury. Emilia has always had a knack for seeing things from a unique angle. It’s why her designs are revolutionary.”

“I know. I can already see it. The luxurious vacations, the designer clothes, the diamonds. All mine.” Elisa squeals. “God, I’m so jealous. How much is Emily getting from the divorce?” I roll my eyes, still searching for my lip gloss. “Over five hundred million dollars.” Elisa gasps, practically choking. “Five hundred million dollars?! Are you serious?! That’s outrageous!” I huff in agreement. “I know, right? For what? For being a dull, lifeless wife? She’s lucky Carlos is even giving her that much. She should take the money and disappear.”.