Kevin Alejandro Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Not really. Not until you walked out and I realized how empty everything was without you.” She stepped toward him. “Then why are you here now?” He looked up, his jaw tight. “Because I finally learned. And I don’t want to waste another second.” From his pocket, Alejandro pulled out a velvet box. Her breath hitched. “I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he said, his voice cracking with something raw. “No more contracts, no more fake smiles for investors. I don’t care about any of it if you’re not in my life.” He sank to one knee.

Winona gently pressed his hands and smiled. He could tell it was a genuine smile. Perhaps she was telling the truth. “Can you tell me who I really am?” “Alejandro Villamar Jr., that’s your real name. You’re the first-born of a business tycoon. You have a very influential family. You have a wife, Katherine Concepcion. I don’t really know much about her, except that you kept your relationship a secret to the public. And oh, you have a brother, who’s also my friend. His name’s Fernan—”

Johnson already bought it for one million dollar. "You're Kevin's dad.. aren't you? Philip Kard." "You secretly buy Welipone with your wife's money and built it.. until it was quite success but suddenly you need to take over the law firm because of your parents. They forced you to take over when you want to be a businessman.. Is it true?" I asked in a really careful way because I read about Kevin's background a little bit.

Kevin appeared out of nowhere, his face beaming with excitement. "What?" I asked, puzzled by his sudden appearance. "You managed to secure the highest funding for the orphanage," he exclaimed. "Really?" I couldn't believe it, and my face lit up with joy. "Yes" "Though the largest portion of donation comes from brother he has donated equally to all the foundations that are present today," I said. "As long as the orphanage gets the funds, I don't mind where it comes from," I said, feeling grateful for the support. "Now, don't you think I deserve a party? At least a coffee?" Kevin playfully pouted.

Kevin sipped his wine and gave little acknowledgment to his father "You said get married or lose your inheritance. I'm married now, the inheritance is all mine. You've no right to tell me what to do." "I'm still your father and I can go back on my words and pass the inheritance to your brother. I'm sure you know what he's gonna do with it," Kevin laughed, "You're threatening me?" Sitting up on the chair, he said, "How about a deal?" "I don't do deals," said Mr Kord "I'm above you, Kevin even though you're the CEO now. Forget it, I'll get him out myself-" "You do know where he is, don't you?"

It had happened that after Ariella Dawson had checked in for her flight to Hong Kong and was going to the boarding gate, some coincidences happened between her and the gorgeous Kevin Jefferson. Kevin was on his usual business trips around the world. He was in charge of the Oil and Gas subsidiary of their huge family business so he traveled far and near to non-oil producing countries to build more relationships with governments of various countries as well as top organizations.

"You're the future daughter-in-law of the tycoon." Isabella laughed even harder. "Stop it. I love you whether you're rich or poor. I'm not Alan. I don't chase money. So stop making up stories." Kevin's expression remained serious. "I am not joking." The laughter slowly faded from Isabella's face. "I would never lie to you about something like this," Kevin continued. "My name is Kevin Williams. I am the tycoon's son." He gestured around the luxurious suite. "This hotel belongs to my father. I didn't spend a single penny to stay here."

he whispered back, “but I think you're right. I may have overjudged him. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought.” “I'm thankful, for everything; life, health, food… everything.” Kevin began, as I turned to face him, unaware that he was staring at Richard and me the whole time. “But most especially, I'm thankful for this family. Mr Sinclair over here took me under his wings and gave me a family, because I had no one.” My dad nodded with a smile as Kevin acknowledged him before he continued. “He appointed me not just the COO of Sinclair Global, but also as a mentor and guide to his beautiful daughter Audrey, and I must admit… the future of this company is in safe hands.”

The card stock is thick, expensive, with embossed gold lettering that reads: Aurelius Kingsley, CEO, Kingsley Global Enterprises. My breath catches. Everyone in the country knows that name. Kingsley Global is the tech empire that revolutionized everything from banking to healthcare across America. Forbes estimated his net worth last year at over three billion dollars, making him one of the youngest billionaires in the world. And he wants to hire me? “What kind of proposition?” I ask, proud that my voice doesn’t betray the way my heart is suddenly racing. His smile widens, and I realize with a jolt that he’s devastatingly handsome when he’s not being mysteriously intense. “The kind that might

Coffee sloshed out and stained my files. "What's wrong? Haven't gotten that rich heir act out of your system yet? Coming to the office to keep performing?" I pulled out a tissue to wipe my hands, not bothering to look at him. "Kevin, did you finish paying off that 50 grand? Or are those credit card interest charges still piling up?" Kevin flinched at the mention of money, but quickly recovered and started making a scene. "Everyone, come look! This is our supposed wealthy heir! A fraud who sells his body to rich women and gets them to pay his bills!"