Isabelle Fuhrman Net Worth Novels & Stories

I asked. “I don’t know for sure, but I know who signs off on the transfers when Isabelle needs more money than her own accounts can move quietly.” His eyes flicked toward the door again. “Someone above her. Someone who’s been funding all of this from the very beginning.” Kylan’s voice carried open doubt. “Above Isabelle Frost? That woman doesn’t answer to anyone.” She thinks she doesn’t.” Daniel’s laugh came out thin and without any real humour. “But whoever this is has been paying for things Isabelle takes credit for: the investigation into you, Ariana, the people-watching at Jason’s school, even the mechanic who worked on your car six years ago.

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.

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.

“Explain.” Isabella lifted her chin. “The invitation was legitimate. The money is real.” He moved closer, circling her the way a predator measures distance. “The invitation was printed on paper that still smells of bergamot tea. Clever. But the wire transfer came from an account opened three days ago with funds from the sale of a minor Basquiet sketch. Your father’s, I believe.” He stopped behind her, close enough that she felt the heat of his body through the thin silk. “You are Isabella Moretti. Twenty-nine years old. Curator at Galerie Verdier. Currently one hundred eighty-seven thousand dollars in debt to people who do not enjoy waiting.”

"She was nice to me. She—" "She married the man who destroyed your cousin's life," Thomas snapped. "Or have you forgotten that Julian is rotting in a cell because of Roman King?" "Julian stole fifty million dollars," Isabella shot back. "He deserves to be in prison." The silence on the other end was dangerous. "Careful, Isabella," Thomas said, his voice deadly quiet. "Remember who paid for your mother's cancer treatment. Remember who funded your education. Remember who gave your family everything when your father died."

" You may be frustrated Madam Si prime minister Xander Si doesn't look at you only the thing he cares is about his bitch daughter and his mistress and whore. I think It's been a year since you were not fucked by someone or felt this much pleasure. Am I right" Isabella's face was red from shyness. She didn't know what should she do or say. If others found out what had happened between Hugo and her she will be gone. Her power, fame, name, title her lavish life all will be gone. Now she should do anything to keep this man silent. " What do you need? Money or what say me I can give you anything that you want" She orders. The man gives sly smile and said:" Nah Nah I don't need money or jewellery

"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.

“If Isabelle Vaughn is in play, we need to move fast. She’s dangerous.” Fiona turned sharply. “What do we know about her?” Marcus swiped through the files, pulling up an old photo. A woman in her mid-twenties with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, smiling at a private event. Beneath that image were her credentials—Harvard graduate, businesswoman, philanthropist. And a ghost in the corporate underworld. “She’s been pulling strings behind the scenes for years,” Marcus explained. “While Vaughn handled the dirty work, Isabelle cleaned up the public image. She owns several shell companies that funneled money into his network. We thought she was just an enabler.”

Isabella got up and pointed to the window. Winona followed her. “You see that black SUV out there?” “Yes.” “That’s the FBI, and they are tailing me everywhere I go.” “Really?” “It’s not to arrest me.” “I didn’t think so.” “They are keeping an eye on me to keep Harry’s goons from killing me or taking me. I understand now why.” She sat back down. “And that’s not all.” “Oh?” Isabella smiled. “Dad left me everything in his Will which includes no less than almost eight million dollars in investments and cash.”

Immediately she sighted Isabella. Riri Taylor is the richest woman on the Forbes list. Even though she is in her late forties, she looks ever young, as if she is in her twenties. Isabella hugged her tightly. "It is my greatest pleasure. I am honored," she replied, beaming with a smile. Isabella held high respect for Riri Taylor, as she has always regarded her as her role model. Today, she was so happy to be meeting her for the first time.