Emilia Fazzalari Net Worth Novels & Stories

Fred moaned at Damien's ignorance. Hell, this was the woman he was getting married to. Such an amazing woman such as this, and he could not even remember anything about her. So sad. "Lana Fernandez, your fiancee, is one of the most feared woman in the business world," he revealed, "She singlehandedly took charge of Romero Empire while you were gone and what's more, she's a freaking Billionaire heiress!" Damien arched an eyebrow, "A billionaire heiress? Most formidable woman in the business world?" He asked in a skeptical tone.

"Mother! You just don't get it, do you? Sebastian and I - this isn't some game, human feelings and emotions are involved, and I can't fake happiness. I'm not you, I won't trade my dignity for money." Even though I already have. Smirking, she leaned into my face, "I thought you decided to take my advice when I saw the news of marrying a Billionaire, but I was wrong. Emotions won't pay the bills, you owe me Emilia, and I don't care how you make that happen. "

“We can host a fashion show! It can be a reopening of my own brand and more money to kickstart my vision for Bryan’s company.” “Your company. It’s your company now. Get used to it,” Emilia said, dropping the bag. She sat down and didn’t say anything for a while, like she was digesting my idea. “Wait… this is a genius idea.” “Did I mention Damon wants to partner with us?” I added, and Emilia rose to her feet. “Really? I spoke to my husband too…” Emilia smirked. “Oh my goodness, Emilia, What did he say ?”

She chuckled ridiculously and dropped her wine, “watch what I say? You're a fucking CEO and you haven't been in your company for days? Especially when the company is crumbling and not only that you're with the woman that's making everything crumble.” “What's all this, Calvin?” “I built the company from scratch. I'll do it all over again.” “You'll do it? When? Until you lose everything? She just caused problems for your company now! Do you even know who Fernando is?” Emilia was visibly angry. “Do you know what he's capable of doing to you in rage?” “Are you here because you're worried or to talk down to my wife?” Calvin casually asked and Emilia scoffed. “Your wife? Your wife huh? She's your

“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.”.

"A Barclay never backs down." The words hit Emilia like a slap. Her face turned pale. She bit her lower lip hard enough to hurt. Silently, she prayed for the scandal to grow bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until even the Barclays couldn't control it. Then she'd see what Vessara was capable of. Only after calming herself did she force a smile. "I didn't mean anything by it." She looked at Vessara innocently. "I believe in you." "I'm sure you'll impress all of us."

“That sounds amazing. It will warm me up. It’s getting cold out. I had to buy some heat packs just to keep my hands warm so I could have some circulation in them to take photos of celebrities.” “Find any juicy scandals?” he asked curiously. The lives of the rich and famous were never interesting to him, but some part of him did find interest in a scandal. “Darien Harper hasn’t had a girlfriend for two weeks,” Emilia said as she slid her thermal socked feet into her boots. “That’s considered strange in the paparazzi world.” Zach twitched despite his best efforts to not react. Luckily Emilia was looking down at her boots and hadn’t noticed.

she said. "Yes," Caselli said. "She married a Singaporean national named Greco in 1991. She has used his name since. She administered the Sicilian registration for Meridian Capital Partners twelve years ago using her married name." She paused. "She is the connection between the Singapore fund and the Sicilian structure and the entire network." Another pause. "She is at the top of everything Valeria." She held the phone. She thought about a woman who had left Sicily in 1989 and built a legitimate private equity operation in Singapore and had spent thirty years funding a criminal network across Europe through four layers of carefully structured distance.

"You didn’t tell me you had a freaking private jet!" I laughed, rubbing the spot she hit like it actually hurt. "Ouch. What can I say? I’m a billionaire, Emilia. CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the country. Of course I have a private jet." "Still! You could’ve given me a heads-up. I was not ready for that," she said, laughing now. "I like surprising you," I said with a wink. She rolled her eyes but didn’t stop smiling.

Emilia, now fully entrenched in her role as his partner, joined him, sifting through reports, reaching out to contacts, and piecing together the puzzle. Days later, a breakthrough came in the form of a confidential report from one of Alexander’s private investigators. “Look at this,” Alexander said, spreading the documents across his desk. Emilia leaned over, her eyes scanning the pages. “These are Richardson’s financial records.” “Yes,” Alexander confirmed, pointing to a specific section. “Notice anything strange?” Emilia frowned. “These payments... they’re massive, and they’re recurring. But they don’t go to any of his businesses. Who are they for?”