Isabel Allende Net Worth Novels & Stories

Harrington asked. Isabella looked at me coolly. "How much do you owe?" "Forty-six thousand," I said. "You should cover it, Isabella. I just transferred my savings into a Navarro trust fund last month—anniversary gift, you know—but it's tied up. I'll pay you back as soon as it clears." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a teasing whisper in her ear. "Listen, we all know today's for Sebastian's image—but if you don't front the credits, I might just announce to this room that he really does have a pup on the way with a mistress."

Professional headshots from three years ago—Isabel Queens at a charity gala, Isabel Queens at a business conference, Isabel Queens shaking hands with some politician whose name I don't bother to read. I clicked on her Wikipedia page. Isabel Marie Queens, daughter of Richard Queens, heiress to Queens Enterprises. Born March 15, 1995. Educated at Yale, double major in Economics and Political Science. Former VP of Development at Queens Enterprises before her marriage to Leo Hunters. Net worth estimated at over two billion dollars before she walked away from it all. Two billion fucking dollars and she gave it up for him. I scroll frantically through article after article, absorbing every piece o

~Elena’s POV~ “Carmen has nothing to do with this…” Mateo starts. “Carmen has everything to do with this.” Isabella pulls out her phone. “Father didn’t just pay her off five years ago. He’s been paying her monthly ever since. Fifty thousand euros a year to stay silent about what really happened.” “What really happened?” I ask. Isabella swipes through her phone, shows us bank transfers. Years of payments to Carmen Ruiz.

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

"Sis, I promise you, I will help you break free from Nathan’s shackles." Isabella took out a bank card from her purse and handed it to him. "Even if Nathan won’t help me with the five billion, I can still repay it myself. Theodore, this is my salary card, with ninety million in it. In the future, all my earnings will be deposited here. I will make enough money to repay you the five billion." Theodore took the card with a charming smile. "You’re giving me all your money. Does that mean you’re supporting me now?"

"Your family is lovely. Especially Kristine. She seems very close to you." "We're family. Of course we're close." "It's sweet how protective you are of her." No response for several minutes. Then: "Someone has to look out for her." Isabelle smiled. Perfect. "You're a good brother." "Stepbrother. Not actually related." Even better. Isabelle set her phone down and pulled up Nathan's financial records. She'd done her homework. Thirty million in trust funds. Another twenty million in company stock. Real estate holdings across three states.

"Marta didn't have much. Modest savings. Some jewelry. Personal items. But what she had. She wanted to ensure it went to the right places. To the people and causes she loved." To Leo. Personal items. Photos. Letters. Isabela's paintings. Everything connecting him to his mother. His heritage. His past. "She wanted you to have these. To pass them to Isabella. To keep the connection alive. Keep the memory strong. Keep Isabela present in the family. Through story. Through art. Through love." To the Isabela Foundation. Her savings. Fifty thousand euros. Modest but meaningful. Life savings. Everything she had.

But her father’s cruel laugh crushed that fragile hope. “You’re right. But Mr. Romano has promised one hundred thousand dollars~plus gifts and furniture. That’s enough to start a business and live well until Isolde graduates. After that, she’ll take care of us.” The words stabbed into Isabella’s chest. Her tears blurred her sight, her breath catching painfully. One hundred thousand dollars. That was her worth. Her knees weakened. She wanted to scream, to rush into the living room and shout at them, but before she could, some opened the door from the outside and it was Isolde.

Of course Isabella wanted to redecorate, but how much money would that take? After finally winning a lottery, she didn't want to spend it all, right? No way, confiscate the phone and quickly change the password. With a grim expression, Isabella snatched her phone back, opened her account, and took a look inside, instantly stunned! 100,000? If she remembered correctly, the prize she won yesterday was supposed to be 50,000. Even with buying all the furniture and appliances big and small, there shouldn't be any money left in the account.

"I am not running a charity here, Miss Ruiz. I won't sell a single line for five thousand Euros. I want real big money, not charity." Isabel went numb. Charity! Five thousand Euros was her one month's salary and he was calling it a charity. "How much do you want then?" She asked him. "A million Euros, Isabel." A million euros! Isabel parted her lips in shock. From where would she arrange this much money? "Have you gone mad? Where will I get this big amount of money!" she snapped at him. "Now you are joking, Miss Ruiz. You are Viso D'Angelo’s wife. Multi-billionaire Viso D'Angelo. A million euros are like chillers for him. I am sure he won't say no to his dear wife."