Isabelle Fuhrman Net Worth Novels & Stories

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

"What?" "Dr. Isla Vale. She's relatively new to the scene but she's already legendary. She's turned around six failing companies. Companies that were on the verge of bankruptcy. She comes in, fixes their entire infrastructure, and leaves them thriving." Isla Vale. The name meant nothing to me. Just another consultant. But something about it felt... familiar. In a way I couldn't explain. "What do you know about her?" I asked. "Not much. She's intensely private. Doesn't do interviews. Doesn't attend industry events. Her company is called Vale Systems. But her results speak for themselves. Every company she's touched has become wildly successful."

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?"

Panicked and desperate to protect her family, Isabelle did the only thing she knew how to do. ​She rejected him. She told him he wasn't good enough for her, then she told him to forget her. ​She watched his heart shatter, and then she watched him walk away. ​Eight years later, Damon Varek is back. He isn't the poor boy she used to know. Now he's a billionaire, a former military sniper, and a dangerous man to cross. He has deadly enemies, but his main focus is winning her back. ​Isabelle isn't that same young girl anymore either. She's a famous writer, independent and successful, but still haunted by the truth she kept hidden for years.

​"A woman trapped in a suburban cage doesn't magically manifest an international investment empire in ninety days. Not unless she already possessed the mind for it." ​He looked toward his director of finance. "And she certainly didn't do it without a massive, untraceable influx of liquidity. Who funded her?" ​The finance director’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. "Morrison money," he whispered. "Alexander wasn't just looking for her. He’s been funding her in secret for months." ​Richard’s smile widened, turning genuine for the first time all morning. It was a terrifying sight. ​"So, our little Isabella isn't just a traumatized victim hiding behind her family’s legacy," Richard mu

I turned and saw a very handsome gentleman in a three piece suit smile at her and came near her and gave her a side hug and kiss on the cheek before looking at me and gave me a small nod. "Nick this is Isabella Samuel she organized all of this. And Isabella this is my favorite nephew Nick Thatcher." We shook hands, I looked at the man and smiled at him politely. I have heard about him, he is a big entrepreneur in Miami and owns quite number of hotels in the city but never met him in person. "Hi, I must say you have done your job really well." I don’t know but I had a feeling as if he wasn’t impressed but I just smiled politely.

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’ll pass the message. But you need to be careful. The other inmates..” “Are terrified of me,” Isabel finished, smiling. “Good. Fear is useful.” Later that night, when the lights dimmed to emergency levels, the gang-tattooed woman approached Isabel’s bunk. “You serious about getting out?” she whispered. “Deadly serious,” Isabel replied. “I can get you a meeting with Ramirez tomorrow night. But it’ll cost you. Five thousand upfront. Another ten when you’re out.” Isabel’s smile turned hideous. “Money is not a problem. But if he betrays me, I will make sure his wife and children pay. Tell him that.”