Michael Jace Net Worth Novels & Stories

Jace yelled back. I smiled to myself. I finally had the fine shit I’d been craving. I thought getting him all to myself would be hard, but money really does move mountains. Still… damn, he’s expensive as hell. In Just a few weeks since we met, done dropped billions on dumb shit—bought himself a fleet of sports cars, that ugly-ass Tesla Cybertruck I still ain’t got, diamonds heavy enough to sink a boat… unnecessary but cute. But he worth every penny. That arch, that grip—Lord. I gotta spoil my cupcake.

That, I decided, would be the strictest punishment I could mete out. The guests watched with varied expressions, but the interruption didn't derail the ceremony. Once Lance was gone, everything resumed as if a narrow, brutal thing had simply passed through the day. The wedding continued, wrapped back in its fragile, ordinary happiness. Afterward, Jace pulled me into his arms and said, "I promise I'll make you happy." He took out his phone and, with a kind of quiet pride, listed his holdings—his assets, amassed over years. "I earned this over the years. They're all yours now."

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

He was better known overseas by his alias, Mio. He owned fifteen percent of the mining industry throughout the Middle East, with businesses spanning the globe. His famous Mio supermarket chain could even be found deep inside the A****n rainforest. Many of the country's most prestigious luxury shopping centers also belonged to him. "Your third cousin..." Jace Langford. The hottest superstar in the entertainment industry. He had debuted in a boy group as both a singer and dancer before sweeping every major entertainment award in just two years, becoming the youngest Grand Slam Best Actor in history.

I couldn't fight it either and I just let the drug take over. ~ ~ ~ (Jace's POV) I ran my hands through my jet-black hair and turned back to my computer. I was very anxious for the first time in an extraordinarily long time. And I was scared. I couldn't lose her. Not yet. My heart ached and longed to see her. I would die if anything happened to her. “Alpha Jace” Michael called out to me, coming into my office. “Yes, what is it, Michael?” I asked. “Here's your coffee,” he said handing me a large cup of Starbucks coffee.

This is about wealth, about power that predates modern packs, resources hidden so deep they could shift the balance of everything. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” I mutter, my voice hoarse. Jace raises an eyebrow. “I know exactly what I’m asking for. Sawmoon’s hidden assets. Accounts. Property. Everything tied to that inheritance. Jackal’s been patient, but patience runs thin.” A dark laugh crawls up my throat before I can stop it. “You think he’ll let you keep any of it.” His eyes flicker, irritation flashing briefly before his mask snaps back into place. “That’s not your concern.”

She left, her heels clicking behind her. Jace leaned forward, rubbing his temples. “I don’t do interviews. I don’t lie well.” River looked at him. “You’re doing pretty well so far.” Jace let out a humorless breath. “I built my entire life on staying invisible. Now I’m the center of a fake love story and a corporate takeover.” “You want to back out?” “No.” Jace looked up, jaw set. “Crane doesn’t get my company.” River stood and stretched. “Then we practice.”

Damian asks. “No. I can’t risk this situation reaching the media in any way.” A knock came and we all looked up. Micheal stands at the door, holding a large duffel bag. “What the hell is he doing here?” I growl. “Wait,” Marcus says quickly, standing and moving toward him. “I called him.” “You what?” “Did you bring it?” Micheal nods as Marcus grabs the duffel bag from him. “Fifty million. That is the best I could liquidate fast.”

Nobles, Alphas, and pack elders sat quietly, watching like hungry wolves waiting for blood. "50 million for Alpha Jace!" "200 million!" Silas said, raising the bar immediately. Everyone gasped. I smiled at Silas. "200 million for the Alpha King!" Alpha Fabian said, his eyes glancing to Jace as if urging him to go higher. I knew he was. In my past life, he had bought the land for 800 million. That meant that was the total amount he had at his disposal. "400 million!" Jace shouted back, his lips curving into a smile.

It might even be his entire fortune he just swiped away! Thus, she said to Michael, “Take him down! Bleed him off his money and bleed him good!” Michael, on the other hand, was overjoyed because he was going to have at least $1,500,000 extra in his bank account that night. He refused to believe that Javier would come up with a hand that was bigger than his triple aces!