Tony Horton Net Worth Novels & Stories

Once I donned them, I felt a little more comfortable schmoozing. Tony had said that my willing donor would also be my benefactor—sugar daddy, whatever you wanted to call it. I was still unsure of why someone would willingly give up his or her blood and money. When we had a private moment I asked him. "Humans will spend their last dime searching for the next high," Tony said. "Add the fountain of youth to that and you have the best product money can buy." Kent had seemed to enjoy it. And Tony had gotten a powerful erection in a matter of seconds. I shivered, remembering him pressed against my body.

"Will you come, so we can get something to eat or do you still want to keep looking at Brenden's picture as if he will suddenly pop out of it" Grace asked sarcastically. Tory realizing how hungry she was, smiled before getting up. "What are we going to eat??" Tory ask Grace as she got to where she was standing. "I have no idea" Grace replied. "What did you bring, because I only came back with my Transport, I don't have any money on me anymore" "Are you kidding me???" Tory asked totally surprised. "You mean to tell me that your parents didn't give you anything other than your transport???"

Tony sighed and said, “I can imagine how distraught you must feel by this situation. However, I am not being unrealistic when I say this isn’t the end of the world.” Kate rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah, maybe not for you, but it is for me.” “I could speak to your parents about this if you want,” Tony offered. “It might soften the blow a little.” Kate glared at him and said, “Why would you do that? I don’t even know you.” “In that case, allow me to properly introduce myself to you,” Tony said with a warm smile. “I’m Anthony DaCosta, Chairman of DaCosta Foods and the CEO of AD Finance, a hedge fund company headquartered in Chicago.”

I run my thumb over the embossed letters like they might reveal some hidden truth, or at least a way out. GABRIEL HUNT Founder & CEO, Hunt Capital I g****e him on my cracked phone. Battery is at 11%. The screen is so damaged I have to tilt it sideways to see the text through the spiderweb fractures. The results load slowly, the circle spinning while the train rattles through the dark tunnel. Then I wish they hadn't. Net worth: $4.7 billion. My vision blurs. I blink, hard, and read it again. Billion. With a B.

He dealt in profit. I had to offer him something. I pulled my phone out and looked up his name. Julian Thorne. CEO of Thorne Enterprises. Net worth: 15 billion. There were pictures of him. He was forty-three now. In the pictures he looked harder than I remembered, his beard neatly trimmed and dark brown at the sides, his hair silver and thick, his eyes the color of the ocean in winter. He looked dangerous. I scrolled down, and there was an article from yesterday.

Tony glanced at his watch as the meeting with the investors came to a close. He had met most of them at Mehdi’s party and to his surprise, they attended the event just because they knew he'd be there. They had been trying to get in touch with him for a while but, since Tony was not just a businessman but also a doctor, he was always busy. The meeting had gone well and he had successfully acquired over two billion dollars from fifteen of them to add to his company.

I ask, staring at them. I watch as they each sit up and lean against the back of the bed. “Yeah, we did. That investor we told you about, he wanted it. He paid thirty million dollars over what we were asking, plus ten percent of the yearly profits. We don't have to ever work again if we don't want to and be able to live off of that percentage alone. not like we would need to with how much money we already have.” Tony says, smiling at me as he takes one of my hands in his.

Inwardly, he cursed at Gideon and Nino, swearing to kill them and rip their bodies to pieces before feeding them to the dogs to appease his resentment. His ordeal came to an end when he arrived at Horne Tower, but the incident was already bubbling among the upper circle. Horne Enterprise was worth a billion dollars. In a major city like Goldspire, this didn't make his company one of the top ones around, but it certainly wasn't a small business, either. At the very least, it did receive some recognition. "Has Tom Horne lost his mind? Why was he running around naked? Is it some kind of fetish?"

Tyrone asked calmly. This was Hector Robinson, a 25-year-old head of the prominent Robinson Family, ranking 27th on the global billionaire list. He had arrived in Royalton just a week ago, his schedule mysterious. He had caught the attention of every CEO in the city.

“Not for someone like you. Last I heard you had sworn off women altogether—why? I don’t know. But her sex can’t be that good that you want to marry her. Who is she anyway? Model? Actress? Long lost princess to an Asian dynasty? And why the hell was I not invited to the wedding? I was promised best man years ago.” I could not believe that this was the man I had chosen to be my best friend. You would not even think that Tony was one of the most successful men in tech today. The man had grossed over 5 billion dollars in revenue from his three companies alone. Not to mention all the humanitarian work that he does. “Are you done?” I asked, raising a brow at him. He shook his head. “Not even close