Emilia Fazzalari Net Worth Novels & Stories

"I don't want Alexander fighting my battles for me. That just proves their point, doesn't it? That I need him to succeed." Emilia studied me for a long moment. "You're overthinking this." "Probably." I managed a weak smile. "It's kind of my specialty." "Listen to me," Emilia said firmly. "You are talented. You are qualified. You earned your promotion and your accounts through hard work and brilliant strategy. The fact that you're married to Alexander is irrelevant to your professional capabilities." "Easy for you to say. You didn't marry a billionaire CEO." "True. But if I had, I'd tell anyone who had a problem with it to fuck right off." She grinned. "Actually, I'd probably do that anyway.

’ Luciana couldn't hide her disbelief. ‘It is,’ Emilia bobbed her head. ‘we recently just bagged a contract that will make us not just famous here, but also in other countries and they won’t sign the deal with someone who has a bad reputation with women and can’t stop sleeping around.’ ‘Okay! Let's say I agree to be his wife, what would be in it for me?’ Emilia enquired. Emilia leaned back in her seat, watching Luciana with admirable eyes. ‘I will help you find her,’ she declared and Luciana felt her heartbeat rise again.

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”

He was well aware of Emilia's identity. Emilia was a household name in the social elite circles. She was not only an internationally renowned traditional fashion designer whose works were highly sought after and beloved by celebrities and aristocrats alike. If that were all, it might have been unremarkable. However, she was also one of the 13 founding members of the world's premier haute couture brand, Velours. She possessed immense capital, an illustrious background, and wielded tremendous influence abroad. Her connections reached the highest echelons of society, including friendship with celebrities, nobility, and royal families. The elderly woman was quite formidable. She also maintained

"Stranger? That man has been your hidden spouse for a very... very... long time." She interrupted me quickly. "You are so lewd but small-minded, Don! The only hidden SPOUSE I have is YOU! How can you leave me to another man to take up that role?" "Melissa, that was in the past... He was... but now, he has shown his face to you as your real fiance. The one in front of you is fake. Are you feigning sober? He is the Heir with the widest community! He has everything! And now... he has you! Why still feigning pretense when you..." I gulped down my voice. The eyes she has for Ezio at the Mall and that on the dancing floor did say it all...

And now, she was a threat to the business I had built from scratch. I had been so sure I was making the right decision by picking Natalia over her. After all, what she portrayed was a worthless woman who was only good for being on her knees. And she was so good at it. So I thought I had upgraded. I thought I had won when I offered her a chance of being my side piece to warm my bed whenever I wanted, a chance to still be in my life. But she chose to marry Damian Moretti. A man who had a net worth of over 20 billion dollars. A man who could give her the world.

Emilia noticed immediately. “Oh, you’re gone.” “I am not.” “You got jealous over a cousin.” “That was a temporary psychological break.” Emilia laughed softly before her expression gentled again. “For what it’s worth,” she said quietly, “I’m glad it was you.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “Luca’s spent years surrounding himself with people who wanted his money, his name or the version of him from magazines.” Emilia shrugged lightly. “You’re the first person who looks at him like he’s just a man capable of being annoying.”

Making her pretend otherwise would only hand Serena a weaker story to pick apart. Later, alone in the study, I laid out the real danger. "Serena's built this entire campaign on emotion," I said, sliding the forged ultrasound printout across the desk. "She's betting the public sympathizes with a pregnant woman faster than they'll trust a billionaire's denial. Facts don't matter here, optics do." "So she'll go after me," Emilia said, studying the document. "My background, how I look next to you, whether I seem like I belong in this world."

"I believe you have some of the Vincente holdings with you, the ones my dimwit Father gambled away”, Raphael said. “most especially Estefania” “No, Not Estefania, I’ve invested a lot in that company I can’t stake it, pick another, and I can’t give you all of them, they’re the basis of my family’s wealth”. “I want them all, all of them, I’m willing to do whatever it takes”. “They’re worth more than the ten billion you’re staking, no”.

“You confess to orchestrating Paolo Bianchi’s murder? To collaborating with Tariq Al-Mansour and Fiametta Ricchezza to steal Valentina Bianchi’s inheritance by selling her?” Raffaele leaned close, his voice low. “I had to make the judge understand, our clean energy work can’t appear in public records. The state agrees to keep it sealed.” I nodded quietly. Camilla laughed, a brittle sound. “Yes! Decades of planning as Fiametta fed me intel, helped me manipulate the family. Paolo’s death funded my shopping habits. Valentina was collateral, a whining child in my way!” Tariq turned, his voice low and defiant. “I’d kill for you again Camilla. I will do anything for you babe!”