Emilia Fazzalari Net Worth Novels & Stories

Luca asked. "Yes, sir. I'm very sure of what I said. I looked into what you asked, and I found that he just got married a few weeks ago. His wife's name is Emilia, she's the daughter of Isabella, the owner of an investing company," the maid said. "An investing company? Isabella? Is it not the company that was about to go bankrupt a few weeks ago?" Luca asked. The maid nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir. It's the one," she replied.

And with that Emilia slipped away, back into the party. Now alone, Delilah glanced at the sleek black book in her hand. According to the news, Emilia had made millions of Euros from the book sales. Everyone has been gushing about how hot, explicitly raw and delicious the book was. Emilia writing about sex and making millions from it was the last thing Deliah or anyone expected from her. Jax wasn’t giving her the kind of sex required to write such as heated erotica novel. Except she was cheating and getting that heated sex elsewhere.

“I am trying to figure it out, Emmy. Huracio did a lot of things. A lot of things. Like when he surprised me with diner in bed. How he stayed up all night when I was sick, how he made sure I had everything I needed before I even asked for them. He bought me a house and gave me a honeymoon in Milan. He gives me 5 million every month as pocket money ….” “What did you say?” Emilia blinked at me, looking shocked. “I said…” “Your monthly allowance is 5 million? Did I hear wrong? Is that what you said?” Yes.” “You have that much money?” “yes.” “How long have you been married?” she started counting her fingers, while I watched in bewilderment.

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."

I am Emilia, Vincenzo's daughter. - Hello! He told me everything about you. — Vincenzo often boasted about his daughter, the accountant who had gone to university in London. — I'm Frankie. — I know exactly who you are. — Emilia shrugged and said in a low voice: —These old Italians are terrible gossips. Never trust them with your secrets. - Noted. — Of course everyone was talking about me, the woman stupid enough to let Fausto Ravazzani get her pregnant.

“Appoint her CEO. Let Luciano seduce her like some fucking prize so that he can take the company.” “He wasn’t anticipating Emiliana finding the drugs. He didn’t want her to be a direct part of the Mafia, so when she found the evidence, the Verdis weren’t too pleased.” I agree, there’s so much fucked up shit in this plan of Emilio’s. What we first thought was just a vendetta against Magnone’s turned into so much more. Emilio was happy to hand over the company if it meant he was safe. He relied on Emiliana’s lack of confidence to run the company so that the Verdi’s could take it over. No questions asked. It would only look bad on Emiliana.

He knew where these places were, especially Diamante Grezzo and looked at his secretary and asked, “Why is the card I gave Emilia being used so much today and these ridiculous totals?” His secretary looked at him baffled, how was she supposed to know what his whore was doing with his money? He placed the tab down with the stylus beside it and picked up his cell phone. Dialling her number, he waited for her to pick it up even after the fifth ring. She answered happily, “What can I do for you, my handsome king?” His gaze hardened as he looked ahead of him and said, “Emilia, why are you going on a shopping rant with my money? Did I not tell you to be mindful of how you spend the money I give yo

He stood beside Amara, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the assembled elite—and lingering pointedly on the few known affiliates of Silvio De Rossi. ​"Ladies and gentlemen," Emiliano began, his voice a low, commanding rumble that filled the vast room. "You are here tonight to witness the unassailable truth of the Valenti dynasty. You have seen my success in business; you have now witnessed the strategic acceleration of my most vital, legitimate projects." ​He paused, letting his words sink in before turning to Amara, his expression softening into an intense, possessive devotion that was both genuine and strategically terrifying.

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we