Keyshia Cole Mother Net Worth Novels & Stories

Before her mother married into the Seager family, she hadn't even had the privilege to play with people like Joan or Joshua. "That Adriana… how can she get everything so easily?" Keisha seethed. Her father had left the family a massive inheritance. If Adriana hadn't caused his death, Keisha's family would have climbed into the elite. She wouldn't have to tiptoe around her stepfather, while Adriana lived free of such restraints. Joan spat, "Without Francesco, she's nothing." Keisha opened her mouth to retort, but her stepfather, Arthur, strode directly toward her.

I looked between her and Cole, then back again, "How much?" Mama D swallowed, "When everything was over..." her voice dropped, "...we were still short." My chest tightened, "Short by how much?" Then she said quietly, "Twenty-five million dollars, sweetheart. That's why Cole and I work together now." Cole clicked his tongue, "You and your whores work for me, Denise." I looked around the apartment, at the stained walls, at the broken furniture, at the girls, at Cole and then back to Mama D.

My mouth dropped open as I saw her, holding her son with Reece holding one hand to her back and waving at the cameras with the other. Again, so perfect. I was beyond annoyed as I continued to listen to the journalists gush about the adorable family until my ears heard what was being reported. "It appears that the Shields family has grown their corporation and has added to their portfolios over the last three quarters. Reece Shields stepping out of his family's shadows just made his first billion two quarters ago." "From what we've known about the private family, generational wealth has been passed down to the heirs as they've kept the tradition of having no less than 100 billion to forward o

But the calm in his expression feels different now. Controlled. Sharp. The kind of calm someone holds when they’re already calculating the next move. The anchor continues. “Sources claim that Adrian Cole’s mother may have influenced key legal documents shortly before the death of Cole patriarch William Cole, raising questions about whether the current CEO rightfully inherited control of the company.” The screen changes. A photograph appears. A woman standing beside a much younger Adrian. His mother. I’ve seen the picture before. It used to sit in a frame on the shelf in Adrian’s office.

She said in a louder voice, “Your father is in no position to speak to anyone, Cole big boy. He has been dead for some time now.’ Cole stared at her, the words not making sense in his crazed brain. “What the f*ck are you saying, you stupid c*nt?’ he yelled. She blew a smoke ring coolly and said in a hard tone, ‘Someone has been taking you for a fu*king ride, kid. Cos the Boss ain’t your Daddy.’ Cole shook his head and opened his mouth to scream at her although his senses told him she was not lying. “Your father was the man they called Shark. A low-lying rat and a mean one at that.’ She puffed at her cigar, rocking on her heels as she watched him, enjoying the thrill of having taken him by su