Justin Verlander Net Worth

There is a War being fought that stretches beyond eternity. Waging that War are men and angels and demons and creatures and beings beyond time and space. Thrust into this conflict is a foundling boy who knows nothing of this War but is integral to tipping the balance toward whomever can control him. As a child, Hunter’s world is attacked, and, along with a few faithful retainers and allies, his mother escapes with him, while his father, using his own life as forfeit, stays behind to ensure those he loves escape. Mother and child are pursued. Their retainers are killed while protecting them until they are able to get out from under the net thrown by their enemies. Now, far, far away, not knowing the fate of her husband or people and with no way of getting back, she has only herself to raise and protect her son. This is the story of what comes after, of a boy alone, having raised himself, by himself, for half his life. Then the powers that inform and rule that world become aware of him, of his power, his potential. In their ignorance and conceit, they awaken the true nature of the child, and a war, of unimaginable proportions to shake the heavens, comes to their doorstep, and the boy they thought to use, and later kill, is the only thing that can save them.

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

Cleir Isobel Garcia, a struggling Accountancy student has set her eyes on the dream of working with one of the biggest accounting firm in the country. She is a strong-willed and persistent dreamer who likes to defy what is expected from her. However, things went on crossroads when she met Juan Faustino Rivera. She loves him too much to the point that she lost herself in the process. Will she fight for what is worth or be a woman of worth?

I always thought my boyfriend came from a poor family. One day, I saw him drink a bottle of wine worth 100,000 while tipping the waiter over 1,000. The watch he gave away without a second thought was worth millions. Yet, his gift for my birthday was a dirt-cheap trinket. He claimed it was a test to make sure I was not a gold digger. Later on, I proved that I was not a gold digger. That was when he begged and pleaded for me to accept his extravagant gift.

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

Menjelang hari perkiraaan lahir, pembukuan senjata Keluarga Gumar tiba tiba mengalami kebocoran besar. Petinggi keluarga langsung mengambil keputusan. Mereka menyuruhku, istri pemimpin yang katanya tidak ada kerjaan, pergi sendiri ke gudang senjata untuk melakukan pemeriksaan. Aku kira itu hanya tugas rutin biasa. Tak kusangka, adik angkat suamiku, Mikha, memanfaatkan kesempatan itu untuk meledakkan seluruh gudang senjata. Ledakannya memekakkan telinga dan kobaran api menelan seluruh langit. Aku tertindih di bawah reruntuhan yang roboh, rasa sakit di perutku seperti disayat pisau. Namun, aku tidak menghubungi Justin lewat jalur pribadinya yang berprioritas paling tinggi. Aku malah memilih mengirim sinyal minta tolong kepada ayahku. Karena di kehidupan sebelumnya, pada detik pertama ledakan terjadi, aku menggunakan jalur prioritas itu untuk menghubunginya. Anakku akhirnya selamat. Namun, Mikha hancur tak bersisa dalam ledakan itu. Justin memang berkata tidak menyalahkanku. Dia mengatakan bahwa Mikha hanyalah orang luar, tidak sepenting ahli waris. Dia bahkan menghabiskan sejumlah besar uang untuk mendatangkan ahli kandungan yang menjagaku 24 jam dan menyuruhku tenang menunggu persalinan. Namun, tepat pada hari aku melahirkan. Dia sendiri yang mengunci aku dan anakku di dalam gudang kosong yang disiram bensin, lalu membakar kami hidup-hidup. Sebelum kesadaranku lenyap, lewat kobaran api yang menjulang tinggi, aku melihat wajahnya yang kejam seperti iblis. "Kalau bukan karena kamu sengaja mengulur waktu, Mikha nggak akan mati. Kamu pikir kamu bisa menipuku dengan pura-pura jadi korban tak bersalah? Mimpi!" "Kamu suka bermain api, 'kan? Baik, akan kubiarkan kamu merasakan sendiri keputusasaan terakhir Mikha!" Saat aku membuka mata lagi, aku sudah kembali ke lokasi ledakan gudang senjata itu.

How would you define your worth? My name is Cassey Timmerhaus, a seventeen year- old noble daughter, whose goal is to find my worth and guarantee my own happiness. In worth comes opportunities, in opportunities comes wealth, in wealth comes love, in love comes happiness, and in happiness, I can die blissfully. But the path to self- realization was harder than I presumed. The unfathomable range of emotions, the twisted justice to prove yourself righteous, the betrayals, the sinful encounters and the fight for the honorable seat, are things I never expected but had to experience. "To honor your family is the noblest thing. How could you fail in such a task as easy as breathing?" I faced countless humiliation and disgrace; degraded by the people I call family. "I am sorry, but how could we dare tarnish a lady's hand by making her work for us, mere commoners? Surely she wasn't casted away to be like this. For a noble like her, it would be better to starve than sweat her palms." The rejections from those who once respected me ruined my valued trust. She once said that in this endless pit of woes, thy love shall save me. But, I doubt that. Even if I have love, will I be able to make it last? Will I be able to make him stay? Will I ever be worth of such fortune, when I am just a grass?

Ryan Johnson, the contract son in law for the Williams family grows up to find his true Identity and his worth

Tiga puluh hari menemukan pria untuk dinikahi, atau selamanya terjebak dalam neraka pengkhianatan. Perempuan bodoh mana yang sudi menikahi pria yang nyaris membunuhnya? Setelah tahu kecelakaan maut setahun lalu adalah sabotase Justin demi adik tirinya, Sofia bertekad membatalkan pernikahan. Tapi demi penyatuan dua perusahaan, keinginan Sofia untuk membatalkan pernikahan, ditentang oleh Papanya, bahkan memberi syarat mustahil, jika tidak bisa menikah dalam waktu satu bulan, maka dia harus tetap melanjutkan pernikahan dengan tunangannya yang kejam. Di titik nadir, Riga, mantan kekasih yang pernah menorehkan luka dalam kembali. Menganggap Riga pelarian satu-satunya, Sofia menawarkan pernikahan kontrak. Ia mengira telah bebas, tanpa menyadari bahwa Riga yang sekarang, bukanlah pria yang dahulu lagi.