Nikki Giovanni Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Stop it, Currie! How dare you call Riana names all because of Nicole? You and I knew that Riana gave me money to start my business” “Brother, does it make sense to you that Nicole was sent to prison just because of 10 million dollars? But you received 200 hundred million from Riana some days before Nicole was arrested? If the Meghan group could imprison someone because of 10 million, how do you think they would pardon 200 hundred million? Can the company still survive if such an amount is taken away from them? No doubt, Meghan's family was rich, but not as rich as Grandfather's company which suffered a huge breakdown simply because of the 20 million loss. Do you think that Meghan's group wa

She rose from the seat but Johnny yanked her wrist and held it to stop her from leaving. “Wait. We can talk it over…” he asked. Elena scoffed. “But let me I ask you first, why you think it’s a very important project? How much does Gabrièl Pinot pay for this assignment? Please, let me know…” Johnny released his grip on her wrist. “You know fashion business has been quite lame…” Elena inhaled. “I know.” “But tell me the number please…” she begged and seemed impatiently to hear it. Johnny bit his lips as he was hesitant to mention about it. “Ten millions.”

2 billion. Stock investments: $3.8 billion. Real estate holdings: $1.5 billion. Venture capital stakes: $900 million. Total net worth: Just over $10 billion. Tiana stared at the numbers, feeling a strange mix of pride and emptiness. She'd done this. All by herself. While Nikolai had ignored her, while the Toriaga family had dismissed her, while the world had assumed she was just a kept wife living off her husband's generosity, she'd been building an empire in the shadows.

He says and brought out some other documents. "Can I proceed?" He asked and she nodded, Setting the envelope on her table "The Late Mrs Romano's networth is 2,000,000,000$, She has a total of eight construction companies and two hotels. Five restaurants in five different countries, Four houses in different countries including Cunningham, A fleet of cars etc. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that 50% of her net worth be given to her daughter Rielle Romano while the remaining 50% be given to Elvis Romano. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that her daughter Rielle Romano goes through the envelope given to her daughter." He says and looked up at a shocked Rielle.

And he began to read out the names and how much they paid. Mr and Mrs Osman of Nice house of plastics - 10million. Holtona Shantal - 55million Atimo Andrew of Hardware center-10million Dartex Kizman of DK international-25 million William Wanta of William advocates-15million Andre Astin - 30million Mary Omondo of Maria bridals-20 million Robert Kenze of Kenze investments - 40million Catherine - 10million Willy-10million Kera Hassan of Kera hardware world-15million.

Alexis says pointing at me. "What does he do?" Zia asks "He runs a small investment company passed down from my father’s side of the family" Alexis shrugs "I’m guessing this investment company isn’t so small, is it?” Zia asks looking at me. I nod. “He runs Ravio Investments.” “Zelina Kianna Gold! your husband is the 1 richest man in the world?" Zia asks "Niki made 1?" Alexis asks "Yes." Zia nods so fast I feared she would get whiplash.

he turns to Nick with a disgusted look on his face, “next time, you make sure you do a good job if you are going to involve my wife in a scandal. You must have spent billions of dollars trying to get that news up there” “Does that really matter?” Nicholas scoffs, “the end justifies the means, I will take my leave now” he further announces. “Before that” I chip in, “I do not know this model of yours” I tell Nicholas, “we were hoping to work with Gigi” “Gigi has been in China for a month now” he answers, “I paid a hefty sum to bring her from one of the top brands in Asia and you know what that means”

He watched her with unnerving intensity, one finger tapping slowly on the arm of his chair. Beside him lounged his younger brother, Dante Rossi, forty-five. Slightly leaner but no less imposing, with a more savage handsomeness—darker stubble, piercing hazel eyes, and a mouth that looked made for sin. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at her like she was already his. “Eight million,” someone called from the back. Nico didn’t even blink. He raised one finger. “Ten million.” The room went dead silent.

So, clearly, they were all on Georgina's side. After a few deep breaths, I forced down my rage and began saying, "Georgina, that outfit you're wearing is Chanel's spring limited edition, worth 50 thousand dollars. "The necklace around your neck is a full-diamond Cartier, worth 150 thousand dollars. That bag you're holding is Hermès' current seasonal limited, worth a million dollars." I stepped closer, one pace at a time. "You're a kindergarten teacher earning 4,000 dollars a month, so where did you get the money for everything?