Emilia Fazzalari Net Worth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

"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”.

VOSS HEIRESS SPOTTED LAUGHING WITH BEST FRIEND HOURS AFTER DIVORCE, NEW ERA OR NEW ROMANCE? A blurry paparazzi shot loaded: Elena on Victoria’s couch, head thrown back, champagne glass raised. Her smile looked real. Sharp. Free. Damian’s grip tightened until the phone case creaked. He threw it across the room. It hit the leather sofa with a dull thud. The door opened quietly. Lila slipped inside as she belonged there. Black pencil skirt, white blouse unbuttoned one notch too far, blonde hair loose around her shoulders. She carried a stack of folders she didn’t need and a sympathetic expression she’d practiced in the mirror.

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

“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!”

Emilia said as she removed her glasses. " You are Willaim's wife? Is this a joke or what? '' Allesandra asked. " Since you are a well-known journalist, you must know that I'm his wife. Just answer my question, Allesandra. Are you ready to bring him down?" Emilia asked. Allesandra took out a jotter and a pen. " Why do you want to take your husband down?" She asked. Emilia replied," Because that's what I want." " And why do you want that?" Allesandra asked.

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.