Jaimie Alexander Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Are you planning on keeping me out when the alpha has not?" Alexia kissed her teeth, laughing evilly without even considering that Abigail was present. "You are not fit to compete with us. We know a lot of people who would have been a lot better. You just don't make the cut and that's the truth. I'm sorry if it hurts you to your bones but you cannot change that fact." “So what do you want?” “I'm giving you ten million dollars to disappear from this place.”

While she was still pacing, her eyes darted to the television screen to see images of Jamie dressed impeccably in business suits pasted all over the screen with the headline: The truth about the self-made billionaire and secretly wealthy business tycoon, Jamie Henderson, revealed. At first, Grace couldn’t believe what she was seeing on the screen. She took a step forward and squinted her eyes to re-read the words on the tv screen but they were the same, claiming Jamie was a self-made billionaire who had been secretly building a business empire for years and had hidden it while pretending to be a CFO for a growing financial company, whereas, his many businesses were being handled by his most

The _I’m about to buy this website_ thing. “Don’t,” I said. “I’m not buying TMZ,” he said. “I already own it.” “Then don’t use it.” He looked at me. “She’s calling you a whore, Beth.” “She’s calling me smart,” I said. “If I’d planned it, I’d be a genius. Walk into a gala, land a billionaire, quit my job, get a beach house. That’s not gold-digging. That’s a business plan.” Alex laughed. Actual laugh. Gummy. Loud. First real laugh we’d heard outside the NICU.

All I can think about is him. Damien Cross. My boss I pull up a browser and type his name into the search bar. The results are overwhelming. Damien Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises. 34 years old. Estimated net worth: $15 billion. Self-made, apparently... no family money, no silver spoon. Built his empire from nothing. There are photos. Professional ones from business magazines and newspapers. There are pictures of Dante in a tux at charity galas, of him cutting ribbons at building openings, and of him shaking hands with politicians and celebrities and other billionaires.

Jane Li almost choked with her sobs and was dumbfounded because she didn’t know how to answer, she knew it was true that she had been in love with him in the beginning but when she realized the power and influence she got from being with him, she made it get to her head. After being quiet for a while she mastered her courage and was ready to lie but the glaring look coming from Alexander made her know that he knew everything that’s why he had been treating her with indifference for a long time now. That’s why he never bothered to get emotional invested in her, that’s why he knew all about her sexual escapades but just protected her from scandals instead. She wondered if he knew about her dru

Jane looked at the entire decor and shook her head in disappointment. "I think it is a far-fetched thing in regards to getting over fifty thousand grand daily, have you seen this dump?" Jane asked as she stood up. It was as though she was in a dumpster. "I know and that's why I will suggest that he adds an additional ten thousand grand to today's total amount because I wouldn't lie that fifty grand is a far stretch." Alex Said as he stood up and stretched his hands and his entire body.

I see a helpless young girl trying so hard to hide her fears but I can see it in his eyes that he can see it, and when he looks down at my shaking feet, I can tell that he does, as a matter of fact know that he got me right where he wanted me when he spoke those words. 'Why would anyone want me dead?' 'And who the fuck is his sister?' 'Who the bloody fuck is he even?' "But we can avoid all of that from happening!" His enthusiasm is not appreciated at the moment but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he blurts out those words is like one of a child who was just given a basket of candies "And all you have to do Alexandra is make a call to daddy and tell him to get ten million in clean cash

So shall we go? Alex: wait up. First thank you that he appreciated me but im not really into modelling. Earlier was just an accident that they thought im a model but becaus eof the criticism of those bitches that they doent even reached my standard i was firce to do it. But i dont want to be a model okay? So theres no need to have lunch together and no need to talk about the contract. Damian: you will be paid 5x? With great privilege. Alex: i dont need it. Im happy to be a cleaner.

he casually said, like he was talking about buying a candy store, rather than a whole broadcasting station. Jeremy stopped walking altogether this time. He stared at Alexander like he’d just heard something absurd. “Buy it?” he echoed. Alexander didn’t slow. Jeremy hurried after him, already pulling up Westwood’s financial profile. His steps faltered when the net worth appeared on screen. “…Three hundred million dollars,” he muttered. Three hundred million. Alexander wanted to burn three hundred million dollars to the ground because a station had aired a lie. He swallowed and his eyes flicked to Alexander’s back, then forward again.

In the end, due to the massive amount of money involved, Victoria was sentenced to twelve years in prison and ordered to pay back every cent she stole. But most of the money was already gone, either spent or scammed away from her. The amount they could recover was less than half a million dollars—a meaningless sum compared to the brand's huge losses. Alex Fashion ultimately went into bankruptcy liquidation. Alexander himself had his credit destroyed and was hounded by debt collectors. The man who once graced magazine covers was now a pariah.