Sofia Richie Net Worth Romane & Geschichten

Leo walked toward me, his hand outstretched, "She's adorned with very expensive pieces as you can see, and could sell either one of them to pay off whatever debts you believe she has." I smiled at Leo's smooth words, and listened as a couple of people also sided with him. "He's right. Just that necklace alone on Alpha Sage's neck is worth over a million dollars!" One person echoed. "Not to mention, that it's very rare. And let me not get started on that dress of hers!" "The woman is literally dripping millions of dollars. That Sophia character is just being spiteful and has no idea what she's talking about." And just like that. Sophia's words were utterly disputed and her cheeks grew red fr

Ten years ago, Rafael had been nothing more than an ordinary mechanic trying to survive with his younger sister, Sofia. Sofia Moretti. The only good thing in his miserable life. She was beautiful, stubborn, and always smiling no matter how difficult life became. She worked two jobs just to support both of them after their parents died. Then Adrian Romano came into their lives. Powerful. Rich. Untouchable. At first, Sofia admired him. Every girls did. Adrian Romano was known everywhere. Young billionaire. Ruthless businessman. Cold-hearted genius. Son of the Mafia boss. But Sofia had seen something else in him.

"Ah! It's this late now? My family must be waiting for me," Sofia said after the high tea was finished. She had million things to talk to her little sister about what she had experienced today. This day she realised that she had to earn hard to become rich. After taking some photos together, she posted on her social media account. In a flick of some time, the people who were online, commented quickly the second they saw such beautiful five people together in a group photo.

Alpha Nelson, who was really damn tired of the freaking meeting, rushed out immediately; the meeting was close, and he was followed by Sophia. “Hi love.” Sophia said to Alpha Nelson, he was leaning on his black Lamborghini Aventador and seems to be lost in thought. Alpha Nelson raised an eyebrow and saw Sophia standing in front of him. “Huh? What do you want?” Alpha Nelson asked, his voice cold and detached. “You see what happened there; I am the one with the largest shares, and you know what that means.” Sophia said, flinging her hair. She had really bought shares, and with the level of wealth her father has and his influence, it wasn't really hard.

“Does it matter if you threaten me or cling to me when both are for the sake of my money? If you really need some cash, though, just say it. I’ll give you as much as you need.” “Are you like, super-rich?” “Oh, girl.” He nodded. “I’m f*cking rich.” “But I don’t want it!” she exclaimed. Javier agreed. Sofia was not the type to care for money—he could tell that from the way she interacted with him this whole time. Besides, if she ever did need some cash, he would gladly give it to her. Money had to be the tritest, most worthless thing in life to him. He saw money so many times in a day that it bored him.

"Enzo doesn't mind, I just won't be going." "Okay," she nods, slapping her hand on my thigh. "Well, I'm going to the club. There is this new DJ, he is—" "A dj?" I raise an eyebrow. "Did you forget who you are Sofia? The rich heiress is an act, you are the daughter of a Don, you can't be running around like that." Sofia rolls her eyes in response, "It's just fun, Sasha." "The last time you had fun you got pregnant, did you forget?" I ask, my tone harsher but she doesn’t get offended in the slightest.

I couldn't believe my eyes when Sofia suddenly appeared in front of me. Meanwhile, I could hear whispers from my employees behind my back. "Sofia?!" I exclaimed, taken aback. "I'm willing to offer you two million for your coffee shop," she said to me. "Is that woman his wife? Did she just offer him a billion?" I overheard one of my employees gossiping. "No, I don't think they're married. His wife is actually a CEO," another employee chimed in.

"The fact that she is a virgin intrigues me, and I want her. $10million dollars.'' The crowd was quiet, and Sofia rolled her eyes. Who in the world would do more than that for a mere woman like her? "$10million…going…" Sofia looked at the man who bid the highest amount of money and almost gagged at the sight of him. There was no way he was going to buy her. $10 million it is? That is the last price attached to these big boobs; is there anyone that wants to bid more?" The same man yelled. There was silence in the crowd. Sofia could not believe that she was going to be sold to such a man. "Well, $10,000 is the..."

Sofia motioned for the men to keep hitting me, snatched the phone away, and answered it herself. "Hello? Which client of this bitch are you? She tried to seduce my boyfriend, so I locked her up and taught her a lesson. If you want to save her, bring one million dollars immediately." A sharp, frightened intake of breath came from the other end. "What? I will come right away," Marco said urgently. "One million dollars. No, I will give you two million dollars. Please, do not hurt her." The moment Sofia heard two million dollars, unconcealed greed flared in her eyes. She hung up and pinched my thigh viciously.