Irene Cara Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Alright, Gerbrano. You can see my face clearly now. What's up, my love?” He cleared his throat, and I almost laughed out loud. “Birdie, I understand that yesterday you needed to save your fashion show, but please never put me through that mess ever again. You were on live stream, and we all saw you yesterday. Hell Birdie! Have you seen the papers or the news this morning? Karen said she'd been kissed by a goddess, and the crazy woman now has a side business where anyone who kisses her has to pay five million pounds, and don't even get me started on the male model.” I threw my head back and laughed. “Well, babe, Karen's a smart businesswoman. I mean, she'd earn billions in days, and that's g

although this woman is putting on a different hairstyle from the one that the CEO of Isascom was putting on the last time they saw, it could still be that the woman had changed her hairstyle. Nathaniel Dave didn't see Irene beside the woman. Irene was always following the CEO of Idesign, since Irene and the little baby isn't here with this woman, she might not be the CEO of Idesign. Nathaniel Dave turned and said to Cecilia,"I'm a business man, I can't add even a thousand dollar on the four hundred billion dollar." Cecilia frowned and quickly wheeled to Mrs. Nettie," mom, Nathaniel Dave is willing to give me four hundred billion dollar to buy the company, how much can you add, mom?"

Irene uttered wearing a cynical smile on her face as we walked into the bar and had our seats. "Yes this is the place I saw an angel fall from the skies. At that point I wanted to pull all the stunts to get you even if it means giving you my money. When I found out your father owed me a million dollars, he brought up the suggestion and sold you to me for a million dollars. I was a bit sad that your father sold you to me. But you're worth every penny your father paid me. " Irene couldn't hide her tears, a tear rolled down her right eye, I quickly wiped it off before it could come down to her neck.

"Wait, you're not serious, are you? Star Cyra is the most influential and richest business turnaround specialist, not to mention the wealthiest woman on Earth. She has transformed over 300 bankrupt businesses worldwide, she also offers financial counsel to countless others, and has an uncanny ability to predict stock market fluctuations. "She owns numerous global enterprises, with a staggering estimated net worth of around 200 billion dollars. She'd probably be the world's richest person if she didn't donate over 50 billion dollars to charity every year. The mysterious part is that only a handful of people know her true appearance. Many speculate she's around 50 years old, as no one believes

Seeing her like this, unapologetically herself, is unexpectedly refreshing. She opens her mouth to say something else, but her gaze shifts over my shoulder, and I already know exactly who she is looking at. “Well,” she says slowly, a teasing note creeping into her voice, “I know I told you to stop trying to set me up with new people because my ex-husband is already more than enough of a headache… but damn, I might have to make an exception for this one.” Before I can stop her, she extends her hand toward Dante with complete confidence. “Hi, I’m Irene. Divorced for two years now. No kids.”

Have I really escaped anything? I sit on the edge of the bed, heels still on, and let the weight of everything sink in. Married. To a man I met two nights ago. A stranger who speaks like every word is a transaction. I reach for my phone, more out of instinct than sense. The screen lights my face as I type "Cassian Dorne". The results load instantly. Cassian Dorne, CEO and founder of Dorne Enterprises. Estimated net worth: $18 billion. Known for his reclusive nature, ruthless acquisitions, and unprecedented growth of his global conglomerate.

Adam hesitated for a moment, the words lingering on his lips before he finally responded, "A thousand dollars." Irene's silence spoke volumes, her heart heavy with the realization that her own worth, in the eyes of the past, had been assessed at such a meager sum. Her lips curled into a sad smile, a mix of bitterness and resignation. She muttered softly to herself, "I was very cheap."

“Ha? What are you talking about? Hey, when you said not to bother you with my gift because you'd appreciate a peaceful night, I gave it to you.” I nipped my throat in frustration. “That's the damn thing! I thought you still sent me one when she showed up here.” “Pardon? I'm not catching up with what you're telling me.” I looked at the sliding door leading to the balcony where the woman was. “Do you know someone named Irina Hayes?” “Everybody in L.A. knows who Irina Hayes is. She is the firstborn daughter of the business tycoon Warren and Hera Hayes, kind of his heir even when there's no announcement about it.”

Upon hearing that, Mark thought that it made sense but a surgery that made someone that beautiful, how expensive will it be? “But how did she get the money? She is not working, remember!” Mark was so angry as he asked that. He felt a bit suffocated and he wanted to vent out some steam but he couldn’t let Irene find out about that otherwise he will lose it all and he didn’t want that. “Maybe she found some golden sponsor to give her the money but I still can’t believe that it is her,” she gritted her teeth, her eyes were filled with so much hatred and she felt as if she was just a laughing stock.

"She knows the fashion industry quite well. I'm guessing she can close this deal. Not that I don't trust you, but I supposed women could connect better, especially in the same field. "Okay, fine. Where is she?" "Currently waiting in the lobby. I have called her ahead while on my way here. Good luck with the proposal, son." Bryce was left with no choice but to bring Irene. His charm always works all the time, and he thinks he needs to use it with the new CEO, but in his mind, Master Rafael got some points there. Irene is a fashion designer and is also famous in this field. "Let's go." ˜˜˜˜˜˜