Isabelle Fuhrman Net Worth Novels & Stories

He finally released my shoulders, only to immediately place a reassuring hand at the small of my back. "Rhea, this is Isabelle Montaigne. She manages several of the commercial land development projects for my company here in Imperial City." I offered her a deliberately small, cool smile, "A pleasure." I said, my voice sweet but flat, letting her know I hadn't forgotten her 'servant' comment. Isabelle, however, was clearly not done. The initial shock had morphed into a determined calculation. She turned to me, her eyes doing another, more thorough sweep.

Uncle Sebastian who had been quiet all this time spoke. “Yes, Uncle.” Eli responded. “Isabella Otto’s net worth at the time had spiked and made her eligible for such amount—even though that's nothing compared to half her current network.” The way Eli, said the last part of that sentence, it felt like $80 million was such a menial amount compared to what I was actually worth. “Well that confirms it. When I set my eyes on that wretch I had a feeling he was nothing but criminal asshole.” Aunty Genny said once more.

“There’s something else I need to tell you. Something I probably should have mentioned before, but I didn’t think it mattered until now.” Elena’s stomach dropped. “What?” “Isabelle Laurent didn’t just disappear. I did some research after I saw those photos last year—just curiosity, I told myself.” Victoria scrolled through her phone. “Six months after she supposedly died, she married a man named Harrison Laurent. He was eighty-three years old and worth about two billion dollars.” “She faked her death to marry a rich old man?” Elena felt sick. “That’s…”

I could practically see the gears turning in her head, calculating the profits of this new development. “Child,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Perhaps this was fate. You’ve done the Corvini family a great service. I’ll help you disappear.” Seeing that triumphant look in her eyes, I had to laugh. Then I remembered Isabella’s ruthless brother, the true heir to the Falcone fortune. He had the family assets locked down tight. In my past life, Isabella spent twenty years as nothing but a trophy. The only reason she craved Marco was for his wallet—he was her ticket to endless shopping sprees.

Isabel replied, "I've been waiting for you to say that. I would've been mad if you hadn't asked me." She continued smugly, "I got half of my bastard ex-husband's assets in the divorce—I can even live off the interests comfortably. I'm confident in your design skills, so let me handle the startup funds. If we're doing this, we're going big! I'll start working on things tomorrow." Isabel immediately made a call to place an order for champagne and flowers to be delivered. Then, they popped the champagne ceremoniously. Still in their nightgowns, Yvonne and Isabel held a glass of champagne each and shook hands solemnly.

“Name him.” I looked ahead as the distant outline of the Sun estate came into view. “No.” And I ended the call. The Sun estate stood ahead of me like a fortress carved from wealth and history. My phone rang, this time it was Jason. I answered through the car speakers. “Amber,” he said without greeting. “Oscar White released the statement. He’s accusing you of wrongful use of funds and investment mismanagement. I’m already doing damage control.” Of course he was. Efficient. Protective. Strategic.

"You what? She... But... But you only eat food from the restaurant." He knew how picky his boss was with food. He only ever ate food from one restaurant. To imagine that he had eaten breakfast prepared by his new wife... "Stop gawking and help me clean up," Jacob admonished. "I have somewhere to be soon." *** Isabelle had only one agenda for her visit home; to get the money for Ruth's treatment. She was already planning on how after getting the money, she would go straight to the hospital to see that Ruth's treatment began right away.

He is going to make it big very soon, all thanks to his dear niece. There is a grace following Isabella, Jack made a lot of money because of her, and she has a property worth a good amount of money that she is not aware of. Jack doesn't plan on telling her that too, never in a million times will he try that. If he had known that people would want someone as unsocial, awkward, and ugly as Isabella, he would have started making money off her a long time ago. What is special about Isabella that anyone will want her? Powerful, wealthy, and dangerous people at that.

He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining her smiling at Steven, imagining the life she had built without him. And yet… a part of him knew he couldn’t leave it be. He never could. He stared at the private investigator’s report that had just arrived. He needed to know everything.. zwhat she had done, what she had become, why his life had been nothing for the past six years. He scrolled slowly, letting each line sink in. Isabella Valenti. Formerly Isabella Hart. Left the country six years ago. Relocated to Australia. Built Aeros Finances, partnered with Valenti Holdings and Steven Valenti.

But how? "Should we go and withdraw all the money I have?" Isabella asked, breaking my thoughts. 'How much can you raise? I think I have up to a million dollars, we will add yours and give it to the doctor to at least start something" She said, handling her ATM cardto me. "A million dollars?" I whispered. "It's all I have," Isabella said, tears welling up I nodded, feeling grateful. "I should have up to a million dollars also." I said, collecting her ATM card.