Vanessa Cage Net Worth Novels & Stories

I tilted my head and waited for her answer. "Have you tried decreasing the number of employees? Pacifica can still survive if only you would want it," "I want to, but do I have the money?" I smiled. "I don't," I added and shot another glass. "If only I can have at least one million dollars then I can sell all my properties and bags, decrease my staffs and start over again then—" "What the fuck, Farrah! You can have a million dollars if you want to!" Vanessa's eyes widened as she started to shake my shoulders continuously.

the other replied. I didn't need to ask who they were talking about. *Vanessa Whitmore.* For five years, that name had been a recurring bruise in my life. I had seen it emblazoned across glossy luxury magazines, splashed across European society blogs, and constantly linked next to Aaron’s name in the sports columns. She was a billionaire heiress, a major global philanthropist, and the undisputed diamond of the Chicago high-society circuit. To the Blizzard front office, she was royalty their single largest individual donor and a massive media magnet.

a reporter called, leaning forward. Vanessa laughed lightly, the sound soft yet teasing. “Theo is indeed attractive, but that won’t happen! I have no space left in my heart for him.” A ripple of laughter swept through the press. Vanessa’s words reminded everyone of her high-profile relationship. A year ago, she had revealed publicly that she was dating the son of Sanders Rowes, CEO of the Rowes Corporation—a man of wealth, looks, and impeccable pedigree. Gossip columns had devoured every detail, and though some fans had been envious, her popularity had not wavered. On the contrary, headlines like “Vanessa Hartley: Winner in Life” and “A Perfect Pair” had only cemented her status further.

I pulled up my laptop, searched for news about GRACE's IPO. The offering was scheduled for six weeks from now. Projected valuation of two billion dollars. Grace would personally net over a billion from the sale. All of it built on the narrative that she was a survivor, a feminist icon, a mother protecting her children from the men who'd wronged her.

“Your husband is worth so much more. His reputation is literally being dragged in the mud, along with the family name, his business, and every other thing he has worked for. He was lied against about being a domestic abuser and human trafficker? No, that’s too much! I think you should make 100 billion dollars. So even though the court is going to cut it down, It wouldn’t be less than 50 billion dollars.” I swallowed painfully. I have never heard of such figures before. I knew Shawn was rich but never did I guess his worth. I had no idea he was thisss…… “I agree with Kelvin.” Kayla voiced out. “There’s no way she can definitely afford that except she pulled resources with her father and husba

Vanessa thought to herself and frowned. “I’m so sorry bestie…. How does it feel for you to become just a staff worker in your own successful company?”. “I heard that after your company went bankrupt, a wealthy lady bought it and hired you. Tsk tsk tsk. Isn't it shameful for you, Vanessa? After all, you were once Diamond V CEO and owner”. Alexa scoffed at Vanessa as she added.

“I don’t know. He didn’t tag the location. But it looks expensive. Maybe one of those big hotels on the Island.” Cassandra stood up slowly, pacing the room. “He told me he needed the money to expand his business! I gave him forty million, Vanessa! Forty million!” Vanessa crossed her arms. “And now he’s using it to spoil another woman.” Cassandra held her head, feeling dizzy. “No, Marcus can’t do this to me… he promised me, he swore…” Vanessa sat beside her and grabbed her shoulders. “Cassandra, listen to me. This is why I told you to be careful. You don’t just hand over millions to a man you barely know!”

“If you must know, Ava’s the reason I’m making a lot of money in the restaurant!” Vanessa fell silent immediately, stunned. “She recommends my restaurant to shoppers who come to the store,” he continued heatedly. “Ever since I started dating her, I’ve had wealthy clients pouring in. Sometimes I get booked for private events, and they pay me handsomely. So why should I throw all that away for you?” “I… I…” Vanessa stammered, visibly thrown off. “Wait… how? Isn’t she just a cashier at the luxury store?”

“You are not a star, Elena. You do not need this chance. But Cassandra does. This endorsement fits her. In return, all of the f*e will be passed to you. I will add more. Cassandra's agent, Zaira, will give their share too. We only ask for your silence.” Elena said nothing. Her gaze pierced through him. Drake's voice pushed on. “You can earn this without effort. No hardship. Why not take it?” Elena’s lips parted at last. “So tell me. How much is Drake offering this time? How much is Cassandra's agent willing to add? And how much is the endorsement f*e itself?” “The f*e is Ten million dollars. I will add four million. Cassandra's agent will not offer less than me.” Elena spoke, voice like a bl

Although that woman looked like she was in her early thirties, which was much older than him he was still attracted to her she was even more attractive than the campus belle, Maja, as her body shape was too charming. “Yes, but I haven’t meg her before.” Anastasia frowned and looked at him, scolding. “Stop being a playboy. If you even disrespect a woman, I’ll give you a lesson!” “Big sister, don’t worry about me, who is that beautiful woman?” Ian asked curiously. “Her name is Layla Maggie, and is quite a well-known investor. She had an estimated net worth of 10 billion dollars.” Anastasia answered. Yes, she was Layla, who'd just come back from Maryland. She came to Joshua’s fantasia subcons