Michael Constantine Net Worth Novels & Stories

Andrew explained, "Michael's so-called 'miracle products' are like a homeless man under a bridge in Jayrodale—his pockets hold barely a few bucks, yet he thinks he's a billionaire. "But my two products? The revenue they generated is like Marvin's wealth—dominating, undeniable, and known across the financial world. And when you put these two together—one beggar, one tycoon—you get Michael's financial report. "It looks impressive, but in reality, his part in it is just a couple of crumpled bills. Yet here he is, strutting around like his products are a massive hit, completely unaware that he's just riding on the success of my products to put on this ridiculous show."

“Because a wounded Michael wouldn't be useful to you. I know about the nine hundred billion dollars locked away in a crypto wallet. You can only access this money if he's healthy. It can only be opened with his retina…” Raven's stunned. His breath hitches. He flickers a look at Michael, then back at me. “How true is that?” “It's true. Same as the mining fields he has across Africa. Same as the four hundred billion he left in an offshore account…” “Goddamn money machine!” Raven rasps at Michael. “He's richer than I thought.” I continue, making sure my words are convincing enough. Although I know my husband is richer than that. “Besides, we wouldn't want the garden to look unkempt or the house

“He’d get the money back in a few months.” “Maybe.” “Fifteen million!” Stephan pushes, then leans in to whisper something to Regina. “Twenty five!” Someone gasps, and light murmurs ensue in the hall. “Thirty!” I sink my fingers into Micah’s thigh. “Don’t entertain him.” “Forty five million dollars!” Micah says, jaw tight. My words falling on deaf ears. Stefan glares. “Sixty million dollars!” Micah drops his paddle, a smirk on his lips. Stefan’s eyes widen, and it clicks but he quickly recovers.

He likes Mikayla more anyway. "That husband of yours is the dumbest, I mean, he's not even progressing. The same net worth he had five years ago is the same he has now, if not even lower but you see Lucas? His net worth goes up by a billion every month and in every ten months, sometimes, even in five, his net worth increases by a trillion. Right now, he's at thirty. Five months ago, he was at twenty nine. What do you think you can't achieve with a man like that on your arm?" Stella asks her, gesticulating wildly with her arms.

It was dazzling, but Eleanor could still see the many people in front of the stage, in front of her—mostly old men and seemingly rich. "Our main course for tonight!" Don Constantino announced into the microphone, which further excited the whole place. She didn't understand. Her mind was confused, but despite the fear, her inherent beauty prevailed. She was like an angel lost in hell. "For the starting price… five million pesos!" shouted a man next to Don Constantino. "Ten million!" replied an old man, quickly standing up with his cane. "Fifteen million!" this time, a fat man shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Vincent looked away, saying nothing, wanting nothing more than to get done with this pointless conversation. With hands in his pockets, Michael continued. “In the last five years, I’ve grown beyond imagination. You thought I ran away like a coward, while I was prepping myself for the day, I’ll not only be the wealthiest but the most powerful man this world had ever seen. Seventh Heaven was my dream. I’m sure Veronica filled you in with the details when you had her arrested. Gotta say, you two brothers really surprised me that day. I didn’t think you were that smart to figure out the truth about Veronica,” he smirked, shaking his head while taking a full circle around Vincent.

However, at that moment Michael looked at another necklace and showed it to me. "Do you like it?", he asked. "Yes, it's beautiful," I answered innocently. Michael smiled and pointed at the necklace to the saleswoman, “"How much is that one?" The woman cleared her throat and nodded "This is a sapphire and diamond necklace. It costs $700,000" she said. As soon as I heard her answer, my eyes glazed over. How can a simple necklace cost over half a million dollars? I looked at Michael's face and swallowed. Even though he was a finance manager, his salary wasn't very high. So I waved my hands quickly.

*** Back at our hotel room Victor seemed more relaxed. “From what I’ve heard is that Constantin left the pack to look for some Billionaire. Says the guy owes him. Constantin has been bleeding the pack’s coffers dry, gambling, drinking, whoring around. You name it.” He took the drink Nico gave him but after tasting it, pulled a face. “Fuck this is horrible. Sorry.” “I agree.” Nico took the glass and emptied it in the bathroom basin. “Is that so. Some Billionaire eh?” Nico scoffed.

“If he wanted attention, he got it. If he wanted war, he’s about to get it.” Pasha didn’t look up from her Mass Comm notes. “His mother owns Wesley Global Network. Net worth 2M under Wolfe Media. But net worth doesn’t buy class. Or timing.” Beatrice said nothing. She just fanned herself once. Slow. Deliberate. The sound of the blades was the only warning she gave. Across the arena, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the tunnel. Music dropped.Scream elope the stadium. Florian Wesley walked out.

E M O R Y "Money?" I laughed. "You need money? I gave you one million dollars five months ago from my new business so you can stay out of my life and build something for yourself. And you're standing here asking for money?" "I spent it," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "How the fuck did you spend it? How much did you gamble and drink with the money, Michael? Tell me, please." "It's not my fault, okay? I needed money. I'm a man. I have a lot of debts and—"