Novel & Cerita Isabel Allende Net Worth

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

The Vale family's money was old and vast, rich enough to rival a small country's treasury. And the rumors about the Vale heir were worse. People said he was worth over a hundred billion dollars and could crush a man's career with one phone call but that he was also paralyzed, vicious-tempered, ice-cold, and maybe even the kind of man who liked breaking women for sport. No. She was not going to lie here and let this happen to her. Isla lowered her lashes. Beneath them, her eyes were clear and unclouded, and they were already searching the room for a way out. She reached for the top button of her blouse then looked up, all wide-eyed innocence.

I spelt out, in a serious tone. “How much is that, by the way?” She arched her brows and leaned backwards, listening attentively to hear what I'd say next. “50 million dollars! Can you ever afford that?” Isabella didn't say a word. Her eyes widened with shock, and her jaw dropped. There was no way she was going to afford such a huge amount and she knew it. Thanks to her father's dubious selfish interests. He might have lavished the money, or perhaps, spent it off at the betting casinos.

"Ma'am! '' Please accept this token of gift from my heart although it isn't much. Isabella Rasped in as she gave her the box and on opening it, she found an earring, hand chain and necklace. She was joyful at the sight of her gift but one thing for sure, she knew she can't afford this. Some like her couldn't afford such a thing which cost almost a million dollars. By the look on her countenance which she was displaying, Isabella was worried and so was.... Owen! Could it be that she doesn't believe her or how does she actually sees her. "Tell me the truth dear! "Did you use your money to buy this or was it actually my son who bought it and gave you to present it to me as your gift for me? She

Isabella replied as her voice was cracking after all the crying she did. “You? HAHAHA! It’s in the bag, babe. We will win it for sure. That grand prize will be yours and your family. Tita Carmela would spend no more time in the market place and will be busy managing a relaxed business after we take the reward home.” Juan Pedro said in length. If it was just money, he could have drowned this small town with it. But he also knew that Isabella would not take a single cent from him. He’d tried before and he failed.

Izzy didn’t know how she managed to last in that house—Seth Santiago’s house—for even a few more hours. She didn’t even know how she managed to swallow the delicious food laid out on the table after hearing his response to her earlier. "You are way too expensive only to be thrown out, Isabel…" Izzy exhaled sharply when, out of nowhere, she once again heard Seth’s voice in her mind. He was right. She was worth one and a half million pesos. No sane person would throw away that kind of money.

Kelvin had planned to pay her a million dollars, which contributed to her helping. Yet, Isabella typed out the 10,000,000 dollars that Alaric had sent her and pressed "done." Liora pulled out her phone to confirm, and her jaw dropped. A surprise flashed across her face. “This is too much.” Her voice shook with emotion. “I don't deserve this.” She was a nobody. She was about to plead that she let her return it when Isabella placed a palm on her shoulder. “You and your son deserve a good life. You can give him one with this. You both need to move somewhere far away.” She said, and watched tears roll down Liora’s cheeks.

I toy with the idea of asking her if she'd like to come on tour with me and to visit Japan too. Both Enzo and Isabella are looking at me intently, expectantly. "I need to consult with my assistant. There have been some changes." I say now rubbing my temple. "Wouldn't have anything to do with your new lady friend now then would it?" Isabella smiles, she is a very beautiful woman. Her husband is a lucky man. Not only is she striking, she is intelligent and independent. They have three young children and I have no idea how Isabella manages to run my business financially, look after and be there for her children and be a supportive wife to her husband who works also in finance. He is the Preside

According to the article, Tristan had donated a million dollars just to have a date with her. I must say that his family has done well for themselves, just like mine was before it all came crushing down. After all the research I have done on Isabella I knew that she was running a scam, just like she did with me and all the other men she has been with. After some time I knew that I had to make contact, I want money, lots of it, I need to get back to my old life, I can't do that as long as I still have people who wants my head, people who want me dead, people I have to pay. She might not have money, but her new book has lots of it.

Everything I used to have, everything I should still have. When I got back to the warehouse that evening, Isabella was sitting on her mattress counting the day's earnings. "How much did you make?" I asked. "Six hundred. You?" "Seven fifty." I sat down heavily on my own mattress. "Isabella, I need to tell you something." "What now?" "Elena's getting married." Isabella looked up from her money. "How do you know that?" "I saw it in the newspaper. She's marrying some rich guy named Julian Gray. They're going to be worth over fifty million dollars."