Novel & Cerita Isla Moon Net Worth

Noticing a man approaching, Luna lifted her chin and sized Andrius up with an arrogant gaze before asking, “Are you Andrius Moonshade?” “I am,” Andrius nodded. “Where’s the token?” Luna sounded frosty. It felt like she was trying to push Andrius away. Andrius revealed the half piece of jade and placed it on the table. Luna picked it up for a closer inspection before she put it back down. She said emotionlessly, “Let’s cut to the chase. I’ve gone through your particulars. You've lived in the mountains forever and you are poor. “I am the daughter of the Crestfalls, the CEO of New Moon Corporation! I am out of your league!”

“Miss Luna, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but could you do me a favor?” “Of course,” Isla replied, intrigued. “What do you need?” The stylist took a deep breath, her expression turning serious. “I need ten thousand dollars for my younger brother’s treatment. He’s been diagnosed with a serious illness, and I’m struggling to cover the medical expenses.” Isla’s heart went out to the woman. She knew that the Lockwood family had resources, and she had access to a substantial bank account filled with funds from Liam. “I can help you with that,” Isla said without hesitation. “Just give me a moment.”

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.

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.

What made this possible was a secret she had carried for years: her savings. Isla had quietly saved a fortune. Not only did Gabriel transfer monthly allowances into her account, but the Wyndham family also had a tradition—every family member, by blood or by marriage, received a monthly stipend directly from the family trust. It was generous, almost excessive. Since her marriage, Isla had been a beneficiary too. And, on like others, she had barely touched a coin. Now, all that money was fueling her dream. Her phone buzzed, and she answered quickly.

My words carried a weight I didn’t need to explain, and I could see the flicker of disgust pass over Damon’s face. He looked genuinely disturbed, his reaction more genuine than I expected from someone like him, especially with the blood of his father running through his veins. At least he didn’t mirror the same venomous hatred. Or if he did, he’d learned to question it. I turned back to Isla, knowing she’d already jumped through countless hoops to get the rogue admitted. I didn’t ask why she did it. I just asked how much. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she answered—eleven thousand dollars. Then, with a weary sigh, she dragged her hands down her face as if the exhaustion of it all

Isla caught the look, blinked, and quickly composed herself before adding with a tone that was so much more cautious… more alert, “But no… I can’t afford to be weak again, Tiara. Not after everything that happened. Now back at his mansion, Damien was sitting alone in his study, the glow of his laptop screen on his face. He was running small research on Isla and her current business endeavour in general. Page after page, article after article, details about her fashion brand filled the screen. Starting from features in glossy magazines to multiple interview bodies praising her vision. Then to commentators marvelling at how she had built an empire of such size in just five years, setting stand

She could not wait to be in his arms again; and to take away her nerviness, she laughed and chatted with the others as the time passed by. Isla stared at Kate intently, her head resting on the headrest. Why would someone offer such an amount just to know her whereabouts, she didn't pass as someone so important neither did she seem like someone who could have gotten in the bad graces of a high profile person. Her eyes fell on the ring on her finger and her eyes widened when she realized what ring it was. She quickly looked back at her face; who was she really? The rumors said she was scouted by Tylor, but the ring on her finger, worth over tens of million dollars said differently. Well, that

A snake. Later that evening, before going to sleep, I spent my time looking for any information about Isla. Only a few articles are written about her, and most of them are about her music and acting careers. After scrolling down even further, I finally found another article about her. She’s the same age as me and she’s born from a Cuban mother and Canadian-American father. Her father works as an exclusive chef for a private restaurant somewhere in America, and her mother is currently employed in a big retail company in our city. She started her career at 20 years old, meaning she already has nine-year experience in the entertainment industry.

The moon’s glow poured over the rushing water, and there, standing at the edge of the falls, was Isla. I stopped in my tracks, my breath stolen. Isla stood by the water’s edge, bathed in silver moonlight. Her hair strands were shining like silk under the moonlight. Every inch of her radiated an ethereal beauty that felt both painful and inevitable. It was as though the Moon Goddess herself had sculpted her for this moment, for my eyes alone. My heart clenched as I finally got some strength to call her name. “Isla.” My voice came out soft, barely audible.