Sheldon Creed Net Worth Novels & Stories

One viral tweet thread: “Bro literally friend-zoned his ride-or-die in front of 200 people while crying over a human who clearly never wanted him. Valerie deserves better. He's such a big disgrace to the werewolf community. #ShadowmoonDrama” I scrolled faster. Another article popped up, this one from a business wire service that crossed over into supernatural circles: “Most Successful Young Businessman of the Year: Sebastian Silvercrest’s Empire Brings in $12M Monthly—But Can the Shadowmoon Heir Keep His Alpha Throne After Wedding Scandal?” The piece praised his conglomerate’s growth (tech-security mergers, pack-backed investments), then pivoted cruelly:

Winnie froze under Dad's cold stare and said nothing. Sheldon straightened and declared, "350 thousand dollars is far too little. We've poured three years of hard work, energy, and future plans into this. That sum doesn't even scratch the surface. How about 3.5 million dollars instead?" The room froze for a moment. Even the other students looked shocked at Sheldon's outrageous demand, but soon, they began to echo him. "That's right! We want 3.5 million dollars!" "Exactly! Pay up! Pay up!"

His face was expressionless, without any sadness or grief. It was as if this matter was not enough to make his emotions fluctuate. Yvette gulped. Although she knew that the Sheldon family was influential, she had never heard of someone paying off a woman with $500 million.

My mouth dropped open as I saw her, holding her son with Reece holding one hand to her back and waving at the cameras with the other. Again, so perfect. I was beyond annoyed as I continued to listen to the journalists gush about the adorable family until my ears heard what was being reported. "It appears that the Shields family has grown their corporation and has added to their portfolios over the last three quarters. Reece Shields stepping out of his family's shadows just made his first billion two quarters ago." "From what we've known about the private family, generational wealth has been passed down to the heirs as they've kept the tradition of having no less than 100 billion to forward o

“A pleasure to meet you as well! And yes, I’m Brody Jagger!” “What an honor! Not only do you have an astounding reputation, but you’re also the richest among the four richest people in Jacksonville!” Sheldon was extremely anxious now. How couldn’t he be? The richest man from Jacksonville was now standing before him! He couldn’t even stop his hands from quivering. Since the Yalemans weren’t able to curry favor Chairman Jagger and his people before this, his arrival today was definitely a pleasant surprise. Before Sheldon could even recover from his shock, another team of cars could be seen making their way toward the Yaleman family’s house.

“If we can build a connection with the owner of Creed Zone, don’t you think we can then meet this Aeson clan members?” Adrian slightly shook his head. “Regan Creed is a man with tight lips and an even tighter friend circle. If we approach him carelessly, it will backfire. Besides, he’s in his nineties now, I think. He probably even forgets his own name sometimes. That’s why we haven’t seen him on the news or outside in the past couple of years. His grandson has been taking care of everything.” “His grandson… Russell Creed… The richest man on the earth.”

“I just trust her judgement. If she sees something in him and believes she’s making a good choice by marrying him, then I respect that.” He nodded, then let out a long sigh. The garden seemed quieter now, the fountain’s gentle splash the only steady rhythm. “Now we also gotta think about our Sheikh laying claims on our little sister?” “What?” “Sort of like an Arabian prince.” He explained, pulling out his phone briefly to check something before pocketing it again. “Did a quick search. He’s a really big deal. No wonder Father practically let him string him like a puppet.” “Net worth?” “Hundreds of billions. Some sources allege his family’s assets run into the trillions. Alleged, of course. Bu

"It’s an honor, Ms. Hart. Lucas talks highly of you.” His voice was smooth, confident, and a little too charming. “Adrian owns Cortez Innovations,” Lucas continued proudly. “A tech company worth… what is it now? two hundred million?” Couldn't he be a billionaire at least? God needs to punish Damian and demote him from being a billionaire. Someone has to beat his net worth. “Five hundred,” Adrian corrected with a modest shrug. “But we keep that quiet so people don’t ask for handouts.” Ugh, he is too cocky. Damian is a billionaire and does not even act that way.

Peterson whispered to Camila. Camila's eyes were fixed on Logan Creed while she wandered off, thinking about the whole thing, trying to put together pieces of puzzles that were never sought after. Maybe it was time to really look into Logan Creed. "It's a big company…" she shrugged. "Do you know that we make millions of dollars each day? Not even counting what other divisions make, moreover he has proved to be a multi billionaire himself, so yes, it is possible, as long as Logan Creed, the mystery man…" she said.

"Sheldon, what's going on?" He asked holding my head. "You are aware of what your mom did to my mother, aren't you. She was maltreated by your family and you kept it a secret. Why?" I questioned, staring at him helplessly. "I couldn't tell you. The moment I found out, I wished I didn't. Because I knew it would hurt you deeply." "You're hurting me now, genius!" I pulled away from him. "Guess what? I met Raven some hours ago and she handed me some money and I accepted it. I'm such a fool. I'm selling myself short to the monster who hurt my mother."