Isabelle Fuhrman Net Worth Novels & Stories

"You never did. You loved what I could give you. What my name meant. What my money could buy." Isabella's expression flickered—just for a moment—before settling back into wounded innocence. "That's not true." "Let me save you the trouble of lying." Xander set down his glass, fixing her with a gaze that had frozen stronger people than Isabella Rossi. "I know exactly why you're back. My net worth tripled last year. My company just acquired three of your father's biggest competitors. I'm more powerful now than I was when you left—and you left because you thought my star was fading. You were wrong. Now you want back in."

Dominic stared at him, speechless. "Mr. Fleming, get some good rest. I'll be heading out!" Isaac showed no embarrassment at all. He laughed, turned around, and hurried off. As soon as he left, Jewel burst out laughing. Dominic turned to look at her. She laughed until she nearly ran out of breath. "Isaac Moore's net worth is over a billion dollars. I guess it's true that seeing is believing." "Who would've thought," Dominic said helplessly. "Now that I think about it, I didn't expect you to have connections like this either. First Ms. Palmer, then Mr. Moore from Amaze Construction. Why is it that all of them address you so formally?" Jewel asked once she caught her breath.

He is the former executive chairman of Publishing and Consolidated Media Holdings, which mainly owns media businesses across different platforms, and he is also a former executive chairman of N*****x. In May 2018, Cross's wealth was estimated at $5.50 billion, placing him among the top one hundred richest Americans together with his three brothers. Oh hell. I continue reading. Personal life. Very private by nature, he is known for liking beautiful women. He dated Isabella Laurent from 2011 to 2015 and has not had any publicly known relationships since then. I place my hand on my chest and let out a breath of relief. Thank God. I clicked on the link for Isabella Laurent.

Liam shifted his gaze towards Isabella briefly before returning his attention to his mother. Liam shook his head nonchalantly when his mother asked him if he remembered Isabella. Mrs. Hamilton went on to introduce Isabella as the daughter of one of Liam's father's friends, Mr. Austin Thompson. Isabella was a talented individual with careers in App ambassador, Social media Influencer, and modeling. Recently, she had secured a significant contract in one of the highest-paying entertainment industries in the city. Mrs. Hamilton spoke with enthusiasm as she praised Isabella's achievements. Mrs. Hamilton exclaimed, holding up her hands in admiration. "Isn't she absolutely stunning?"

Annabella confessed and Ann drew her closer. “Look honey, isn’t is a very nice person, she’s a self centered lady who doesn’t care about others but only herself..” “No mum, Isabelle is different, she’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, she’s cool, amazing, a great adviser and the best sister, I saw her video and I’m planning on making a video to assist her fundraising, could you please donate money? She’s trying to raise money for the homeless people...” Annabella disclosed, making Ann boil with rage.

Victoria said, "our consultant from Bergman Industries." I turned around. Isabella walked in wearing a black suit that probably cost what most people made in six months and when our eyes met across that boardroom I saw everything I needed to see, the calculation behind her smile, the way she held my gaze a second too long, the slight curve of her mouth that said she knew exactly what walking into this room would do to me. Isabella, supermodel turned businesswoman, the woman I dated two years ago before I learned that people could lie with their entire bodies, not just their words.

Isabella, who had been exposed by Adrian's evidence and who now, cornered and desperate, had every reason in the world to strike back at the woman responsible for her downfall. Isabella had connections to old money. Her family, the Clarkes, had been part of Crescent Harbour's financial establishment before the falling out with the Whitmores. She'd spent years building relationships with the kind of people who ran investment firms and managed portfolios and made decisions over lunch at private clubs. If anyone had the access and the social capital to whisper in the ears of Meridian Partners and Kensington Capital, it was Isabella. And the timing. Three days before the launch. Close enough to

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."

Isabelle just chuckled and said nothing else. "Stop the car now, Isabelle. I'm warning you..." Ivy said in a stern voice, inwardly thinking of a way to elude from her snare of revenge. "Would you like to know what happened to me after the press conference?" She glanced at Ivy before she continued. "I was arrested and abandoned by my manager, then this rich guy appeared out of nowhere and bailed me out. I was glad to be freed, not knowing his true intentions. He made me his toy, he used me and dumped me, offering me two million in exchange for my service as a slut. What should I do with that amount of money? Two million?"