Nicholas Sparks Net Worth 2024 Novels & Stories

"My fortune is only worth a cent of that price, you idiot." "Exactly, uncle John!" Sophia laughed as well. "Dad and I have begged Nicholas to work for us. And our pride combined were more than a billion dollars. That was why I priced Mr Jones beyond your budget limit. If you can't afford the price, then, he stayed with me."

“I’ve been thinking… Zagaff’s empire is ripe for the taking. His estate, businesses; everything he has. If we strike now, we can dismantle his operation and split the spoils between us.” Nicholas stayed silent for a moment before replying. “I’m listening,” he said, his tone was curious. “But tell me, what’s in it for me?” Victor didn’t hesitate. “Name your price,” he said bravery. Nicholas replied smoothly, “Five million dollars, upfront; and a twenty percent stake in whatever we take from Zagaff’s assets.” Victor paused, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. It was a high price, but he knew Nicholas’s skill and connections could make the operation go smoothly without even sweating.

I asked, my voice laced with desperate hopefulness. He didn’t respond immediately, and at that moment, my imagination ran wild. Finally, he spoke, his voice deceptively calm. “And what if it was?” My breath caught in my throat. Nicholas pushed off the bar, his movements deliberate as he took slow strides toward me. “You want the truth?” he asked. “Fine. I run a very profitable business. I own several condo properties and a nightclub, but that’s just the surface. I smuggle drugs into the U.S. using wine bottles.”

Nicholas Ashford and his perfect wife. When she agreed to come here, she already knew he was married. That hadn’t been hidden from her. But he had promised her a large amount of money, five hundred thousand. Half a million. To her, that money meant freedom, meant problems disappearing overnight. Half a million just to fuck him once was an offer she wasn’t about to turn down. “Don’t worry yourself, baby. That’s just my boring wife,” Nicholas said casually as he walked to his desk, picked up the bottle of whiskey, and took a long drink. “She can be annoying sometimes.”

He put down his pen and massaged his nose bridge. The scene that the investors make is truly stressing him out. If only he could get rid of them once and for all, he will surely give up a million dollar just to do so. It all started four years ago, after he suddenly disappeared from public. He only worked from home and made sure not to be seen everytime he went out, not once did he also visited the company nor did he grace them with his presence in any meetings. He only managed everything from home. Nikholas Pierre Fairbourne is a prominent figure in the business industry, a young trillionaire who's also the most eligible and sought after bachelor.

With that in mind, Nicholas had destroyed the phone that was used to track his location and disposed of it before running away making sure to cover his tracks as he did. "If I find him myself, I would get 7 million dollars," one man laughed. His words immediately caught Nicholas' attention, causing him to freeze. They were discussing him; he was sure about that. "7 million dollars? That is not a small amount of money, mate! I doubt they would pay the reward money; it is just all a ploy to get us to work for them," another man snorted as he gripped his cup of alcohol and gulped it all at once, making a burping sound.

He opened a folder with four dossiers. NICHOLAS ASHFORD (42) — Cold enough to be intimidating even in a photograph. CEO of Ashford Capital with a net worth that made Aria's brain hurt trying to conceptualize it. Self-made billionaire. No public relationships. The dossier described him as "exacting," "precise," and "intolerant of mediocrity." The photo showed a man with dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp features, eyes that looked like they calculated every variable in a room.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” “I rarely do.” “I believe that.” Sienna, who had been busy watching the tiny mermaid spin, suddenly looked up at Nicholas with wide, curious eyes. “You’re really rich.” Nicholas gave a soft huff of laughter. “You’re only realizing that now?” “I thought you were just handsome,” she said honestly. Nicholas dipped his head a little. “I can be both.” Then my phone buzzed beside the cutting board. I glanced at the screen, at first only half-paying attention.

“With the family business bouncing back, of course they can afford it. A two-million-dollar jewel? Nothing to them.” “Nicholas has really held the whole company together on his own. He’s built it up from the ground—must’ve been tough all these years.” “Yeah, he deserves this.” Their murmurs blended together, but for some reason, my eyes began to sting. Nicholas had gone through so much alone. For years, he fought to keep our family’s business afloat. He was nearly thirty and hadn’t even had time for a relationship. Sharon, still stunned by the jewelry, suddenly seemed to realize something.