Raven Elyse Net Worth 2023 Novels & Stories

“About what?” I leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “The police might have closed Ethan’s case, but they’re still digging. And now, your past is coming back to haunt you.” The smirk on Raven’s lips faltered for just a moment. I saw it. A flicker of something behind her mask. She leaned back, inhaling another drag. “What exactly have you heard?” I grabbed the remote, turning up the volume as another breaking news story flashed across the screen. "In a shocking turn of events, previously sealed criminal records linked to Raven have surfaced. The renowned socialite and businesswoman is now under scrutiny for alleged ties to money laundering, fraud, and potential involvement in unsolved violent cri

I was taller than her now, or maybe it was just the power radiating from my skin that made it feel that way. "Ms. St. Cloud, I presume?" My voice was like velvet-coated ice. "I’ve read about you in the financial audits. The woman who nearly bankrupted a kingdom in five years through 'charity' funds that went straight to your jewelry collection. My name is Elara Vance, CEO of Vance International. And as of eight o'clock this morning, I own forty percent of this estate." "You’re a liar!" Genevieve lunged forward, her hand raised to slap me.

“She gets plenty. Plenty of debt and backache.” I chuckled sadly. “Isn’t she a billionaire?” “Technically, yes. Estelle owns Star LLC in papers but has five investors, including Weston and her father. Star LLC is actually worth 1.3 billion. Let’s say the fifty million is for the five investors. She has to pay Weston the amount of ten million dollars multiplied by ten, the value of his money today according to the profit. How much is that?” “And if she won’t marry Klayton?” “She’ll pay that amount and possibly loses her seat to Weston or her father.”

The living room is fully transformed into a high-fashion showroom. I turn to the maid. “What’s going on—?” But before she answers, a tall, slim woman walks toward me. She is… stunning. Not ordinary stunning. Fashion-editorial stunning. She’s dressed in a breathtaking two-piece set, something minimalistic but extremely expensive, the kind of outfit only people who smell like money wear. She extends her manicured hand. “Good day, Ms. Diana. I’m Cece Louvel, CEO of Louvel.” I almost drop my novel.

Otherwise I'm gonna get that full 24/7 lecture . Yeah it's weird how I'm an adult . And I still get those stupid teenage lectures. *************************** RAVEN'S POV I went to the company I'm supposed to work in . I guess . 'ONE STROKE' is written so big on this stupid building . I wonder whose idea it was . It would be so great if they really get a stroke one day . A brain stroke or maybe heart one , anyways they die . It really doesn't matter how . That's why I think I should do that honour .

Chapter 26 "Even if that's true," Eleanor said doubtfully, "do you really think you're qualified to work for someone like Rhys Larsen? The man is a billionaire, Ravyn. His companies employ some of the best technical minds in the world. What makes you think you have anything to offer him?" Before Ravyn could respond, Aspen jumped in again, her voice saccharine sweet and dripping with false sympathy.

God. “Syd, meet Raven,” Ellis says, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Raven, Sydney.” Raven stands there with a calm but darkly magnetic look on his face. The kind of face that feels like a crime against other men. “Raven’s my best friend and business partner,” Ellis continues. “Actually, he’s the CEO of our tech company. I’ve told you about him before, remember?” I nod, swallowing hard, struggling to keep myself from visibly drooling over him.

He was wondering. "Mia is known to be a young company owner and she's got a lot of estates and the sorts and her family are quite unknown. She blocked that. As for Lilah, she's got just a sister, Chloe by name" Chelsea revealed "What do you gain by going through their profile?" Rex asked "I don't like her. Yesterday, Luca approached her. He is fascinated by her beauty" Chelsea sighed. She walked away from there abruptly. "She can't be Raven. Raven doesn't have so much money and if she is Raven, why did she let my brother attack her sanctuary?" Carly worried over it.

Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smudged from crying. She looked terrified, and somehow, still beautiful. "You going to tell me what that was about?" I asked. She finally looked at me, really looked at me, and I saw the moment recognition hit her hard. Of course, who in Verya would not recognize me? My face was all over the magazines, blogs, and there are always rumours about me. "You're Ravien Drayton." "And you're Elise Anderson, event planner for my company's charity gala next month." I gestured to my tablet on the dashboard.

"I don't know what kind of stunt you are pulling or whose money you borrowed to rent this setup, but we are going home. Now. Give me Mia and get in the car." Elara laughed. It was a short, sharp sound that felt like a blade. "I didn't rent this, Ryan. I own it. I own the company that manufactured the engines in this jet. I own the bank that issued those credit cards you just watched fail. And as of twenty minutes ago, I own the debt on your logistics firm." Ryan’s face went from red to a sickly, pale gray. "You’re lying. You’re just a housewife. You’ve been home for eight years. You don't have anything."