Sophie Dee Net Worth Novels & Stories

We immediately went inside their mansion and went straight to their living room, where I sat on the couch while Sophie sat on the opposite couch. "Now explain," said Drake in a serious tone. And Sophie sighed. "I was a famous model. I was awarded the most beautiful woman in the universe, and because of that, all people give me special treatment. They treat me like a princess, no, let me rephrase it, they treat me like I'm sort of a goddess, " said Sophie. Oh, my! Amazing. Well, it's not shocking because she was beyond beautiful. She's the epitome of beauty. "If you are so famous, then why do some women say that you have never been friends with anyone," Vanessa asked. Sophie just gives us a f

I say, setting the papers down, feeling sick at the thought of Griffin. Sophie rolls her eyes and sits down across from me. “I admire that you don’t want to not take advantage of his wealth, but this is a chance for you to get your life back. He’s offering to pay off your debt and give you a hundred thousand to start your business.” “That’s a lot of money, Sophie. I can’t do that.” She gestures at my laptop and the empty notebook. “This marriage has put your whole life on pause. You should be happy it’s over, and you’re free to move on.”

Agatha said with a tone of finality. "Five billion dollars, and that's without taxes. How is this even possible, I didn't even go to an Ivy League college?" Sophie asked, stunned, but she didn't get any response. "Thursday is just three days away, I can't raise this grandmother, I don't have such an amount," Sophie said almost in tears. "Then you should better break up with your little delivery boyfriend and marry Maxwell," Agatha said, wiping her mouth. She was done with her breakfast.

Her mouth parted just a little before she echoed, "Did you just say a hundred million?" Sophia nodded once, biting down the urge to flinch. Lyriel blinked again, this time dramatically. "And you call that little? A hundred million dollars ,little?" Lyriel asked with a raised brow, a disbelieving laugh slipping through her lips. "Wow, Sophia… what do you call a large amount then? An entire country?" Sophia gave a nervous laugh, brushing her hair back—a habit she always had when she was uneasy. Lyriel stood still for a moment, now biting her nails. “What’s even my net worth these days,” she muttered, but loud enough for Sophia to hear.

The headline read: "Sophia Dante: From Tragedy to Triumph, One Year of Unstoppable Success." The article detailed her journey—carefully omitting the most traumatic details out of respect for her privacy, but painting a picture of a woman who'd overcome unimaginable adversity to build a fashion empire. They interviewed designers who praised her innovation, models who called her the most professional designer they'd worked with, and business analysts who predicted her brand would be worth over a billion dollars within five years. Five years. Sophia let that sink in. Fourteen months ago, she'd been worth nothing. Now financial experts were predicting she'd be a billionaire in her own right.

Sophie on the other hand is becoming more and more sexy and beautiful, she has started going to her work at the beautiful agency and she has learned a lot, about walking steps, cosmetics, making up and fashion, her skin is now more flawless and shinning, her face so pretty and head-turning, she became the best in a short while and everyone noticed it, her sexy curves, slim waist and plump ass, full and round breast that was perfect and her straight legs got her many billionaire suitors in the States. Many of the young businessmen asked her out, to be their girlfriend, or marry them but she declined, most others saw her and got curious, they started browsing about her identity but got nothing

"There's nothing you ca..." "70." He's quiet for a while and I almost think I've managed to convince him until he attempts to open his mouth, with a face which shows he's about to disagree again. "80." He opens his mouth agape, making me know I've won the lot. "80 million for the club and the young lady there." He stares at me for a while then nods at the auctioneer to make the announcement. "The club and this young lady here have been sold for 80 million dollars." He announces, making everyone clap.

I paused briefly before continuing, “My grandma’s surgeries and medical treatments over the years cost three hundred thousand. “My bank card with my salary has been kept with you this whole time. Seven years of income—that’s at least a million dollars. Now, please return the remaining six hundred and eighty thousand to me.” Furious, Hudson flipped the box out of my hands, and countless IOU slips scattered through the air like falling snow. “Sophie! We’ve been together for seven years, and to you, am I only worth as much as this measly amount of money? How can you be so shallow?”

That possibility can't be ruled out. I step out of the car after parking it and make my way towards the door. Sophia's house is huge, more like a mansion. Richard gifted it to her when she earned an accomplishment for her first design project. Sophia is a fashion designer by profession, she even owns a big clothing company here in LA. Richard had always been supportive of her work. He always showed much of how an ideal father should be with all the guidance he has lent to make his daughter's company achieve success.

Then Jennifer Fernandez's voice snapped her out of her truce, Sophie Torres' grip on her phone tightening as she listens to Jennifer Fernandez's spiteful words. "You live in such a depressing place, Sophie... it makes my skin crawl imagining that this is the lifestyle of the future Mrs. Fernandez. You're pathetic but it's alright you'll get over it, I'll help you... As you can see I had my staffs deliver everything you need to look good. I don't want to think it's charity but it seriously does look like one, no offense dear." "None-taken." Sophie quickly answered.