James J Braddock Net Worth Novels & Stories

“So you two haven’t talked about it.” “Not exactly, but the topic came up.” “I’m happy for you, man.” “I want you to go out there and have fun with women, brother. This is not real happiness. You’ve been working so hard for years. You have enough money. You can invest in Hover if you like.” “Easy for you to say. Braddson has billions, and your Dad is also fucking rich, but whatever you say, Cade. That’s dopamine talking.” He put the folder on the top of the desk and pushed it to my front. “That’s all I have.”

Timothy continued. “Don’t fret it!” James waved his hand at this moment and said, “Don’t be so stingy. It’s just a monthly salary of twenty million. The Drake family can pay even if there’re more of them! I believe in my intuition. This young man might be a God of War. Even if he isn’t, he would definitely be a marshal. If that’s the case, a twenty million salary is really low!”

“You’re exaggerating it.” “Sis.” That was the first time he called me that.” He turned and faced me. “Winston, just your husband’s net worth is thirty billion dollars. I won’t include his son of a bitch father. “Moses Braddson alone is worth two hundred thirteen billion dollars. Imagine if your abduction went public, the damage you cause would be disastrous.” “Did he call you to come and talk me out?” “No.” He shook his head. “I just don’t want you to be out alone.”

“Do you remember when I told you I had invested? Well I was the only investor of note and by God the man struck it big! He struck it Fitz!” “What…what how much have you made?” Though his voice was calm, James oozed excitement and pride. “Fitz, I have had this valued and appraised now the gentleman has returned, validated and rich as hell. He wished to buy me out. The money he and his new backers are willing to pay would leave me with an annual income of at least ten thousand a year.” I could not believe the words he was saying. I wondered if this was some cruel trick. Was my brother gloating at his moment? At my lowest ebb, he had found riches despite his villainy, I was to walk alone?

No matter how much she searched through the profile, she could not find any recent photo, but this man before them undoubtedly was Clinton Bradford. "The Bradfords' estimated net worth is a hundred million dollars!" Mara read with eyes rounding. "Jackpot!" "He looks really familiar, though," Claire said, but no matter how much he stared at the man, she couldn't remember where he had seen him. "It doesn't matter because he is coming our way!" Mara exclaimed, and before they knew it, Clinton Bradford stood before them, exuding grace and confidence. "Clinton Bradford," the man introduced himself. "I am sorry, but I could not help but stare at your beauty -"

James asks sadly. "You have us Jamie, we will love you forever" the prostitutes said flirtatiously as they caresses his shoulders and neck , James angrily push them away. "I'm James Jamie D, my brother is a billionaire and CEO of Chase bank while my parents are trilionaire investors, do I deserve to marry a prostitute?" James asks angrily in a loud tone and everyone fall silent while other people turn to him with disgust stare and confusion. "What?" James shouts his standing from the armchair but no one speak up, soon his driver rushes into the VIP section.

"Poppy, James and I are planning a trip overseas next week. Want to come along with Ralph? "Don't worry about money. James knows Ralph's family is struggling financially. He said he'll cover everything." Poppy shot Mom another look before turning to me. "Elisa, is James's family really that wealthy?" I nodded. "Yeah. His parents work abroad, and he grew up rich. His personal assets are worth close to nine figures." Poppy's eyes lit up immediately. "God, I'm so jealous. You landed a guy who has everything. How did you two even meet?"

"But if you change your mind, we're not going to say we told you so." "Deal," Stella said, smiling. James at seventeen was already running his company from our house, having turned his ethics rating app into a full business with employees and everything. "This is weird," I told Adrian, watching James take a video call with investors. "Our teenager has employees." "Our teenager has a net worth higher than ours was at thirty," Adrian corrected. "It's very weird." But James stayed grounded despite the success, still doing his homework and helping with dishes, and I was grateful for that at least.

"Stop being delusional, Brad. Do you think she's one of the numerous women you have had?" "Come on, you know I'm a changed man," Brad replied. "However, I can't deny that Miss Lawson is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." "Hey, look at this," his other colleague showed him his phone. "That's her net worth. Over six hundred and eight million dollars. Stop daydreaming and focus on your presentation tomorrow. I personally think she wasn't impressed because you kept stuttering. You're fortunate she gave you another chance because if you had missed this one, our chairman would have fired you."

Of companies, toys, and, apparently, women. James was an only child, and after inheriting his mother’s millions and displaying an uncanny flair for business during the following years, he became a billionaire and an absolute symbol of power. Not political power, but the good, old-fashioned power that came with having money. James wasn’t linked to the shady dealings of the Seattle political machine, but he could press that machine’s buttons if he wanted to. Every politician knew this—which was why being on the playboy’s good side was in their best interest.