Vanessa Rider Net Worth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But this woman would not insult Katherine, not in my presence. “Well, I could sue you for this…” there she goes. I was about to open my mouth when, “but I won’t, just because you promise me that your friend here will get everything done.” That’s more like it. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m happy with the whole situation. I barely have any money left, and this might cost me a fortune.” There it is again. And… I just remembered where I had seen her. She is Vanessa Donovan, ex-wife of the billionaire Alex Donovan. Strange to see her here and with no money at all. He must have kept everything to himself.

"The DNA test leaked weeks ago. It's already out. People love it. The 'reunion.' It's a fairy tale." "The DNA test," Vanessa whispered, leaning forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hiss, "was just the beginning. It was the... clean version." "What's the dirty version?" "The dirty version," Vanessa said, improvising, her mind weaving a new, darker narrative, "is that she didn't run away. She was paid to leave." "Paid?" "Five years ago," Vanessa lied, the falsehood tasting sweet on her tongue. "She got pregnant. Liam didn't want the baby. He paid her off. Fifty million dollars. That's where the 'AVA' money came from. It wasn't investors. It was hush money."

Where Kira would be the center of attention, surrounded by her family, her money, her power. And Vanessa would be what? Adrian’s date? His consolation prize? No. She wouldn’t let it happen like that. Vanessa drove toward her apartment, her thoughts spiraling. Kira didn’t deserve this. Any of it. She’d been a housewife. A nobody. For nine years, she’d done nothing but cook and clean and raise children. She hadn’t worked. Hadn’t contributed. Hadn’t built anything. And now suddenly she was an Ashford? Suddenly she had billions?

Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow. No surprise there. He never could support the household with his wages before; I’d been paying for everything, giving them a good life. Of course, he wouldn’t let a cash cow like me go. Without his planning, Vanessa wouldn’t have dared do this. Vanessa tugged my sleeve again. “Hurry. Give me some money. I’m not asking for much—just two million. Give me two million, and I promise I won’t trouble you again.” “Really shooting for the stars, huh?” I muttered.

“You’ll stay as Lena Rivers, the poor, desperate girl who doesn’t belong. That’s all you’ll ever be.” The flames crackled softly, filling the room with the faint smell of burning paper. Vanessa sat back down, her eyes glinting with cold determination. She wasn’t about to let Lena’s truth destroy everything she had worked for. Lena’s rising fame at Volkov, her growing closeness with Adrian, her connection to Darius all of it made Vanessa restless. But this new revelation gave her something more dangerous: power. She knew Lena’s secret. And she intended to use it.

“That’s a huge risk, Venessa.” She smirked. “Dr. Robert, I’m well aware of what you owe me. Let’s not pretend. This isn’t a request. And, of course, I’ll make it worth your while.” After a beat of silence, he sighed. “Alright. But I’ll need payment and more than the last time. This is far riskier.” Vanessa rolled her eyes, but she agreed, knowing it was worth every penny to keep Tasha and Ethan out of Daniel’s life.

“She’s been ghost for three years. You said she was in rehab!” “She was,” Alec said. “I paid for it. I buried her scandal. But I should’ve buried her deeper.” ⸻ Vanessa took the mic from Zara, her smile smooth as honeyed cyanide. “Ladies and gentlemen, what you don’t know is that this ‘independent designer’ standing beside me didn’t build this brand alone. She was funded by a ghost—my ghost.” Gasps rippled through the audience. “She’s the face,” Vanessa continued. “But he”—she pointed to the screen—“is the money. Alec Blackwell. My fiancé. My investor. And my unfinished business.”

I glanced at the male colleagues who had been cracking vulgar jokes at the table earlier and said loudly, "Over the past six months, Vanessa has used Mr. Studdard's name to set up three investment group chats and scammed nearly six million dollars from everyone. "You all thought she was at home taking care of her kid during her maternity leave? In reality, she was spending your hard-earned money staying in a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night suite at Bardya and buying custom Chanel outfits. As for the rest of the money…" I paused, a mocking smile in my eyes. "She used it all to pay off gambling debts she racked up in casinos and to tip influencers on streaming platforms. And the so-called screensh

“Yes. Unfortunately, I’m the one who has to watch her pretend to be a leader.” “In that case… I can make you an interesting offer,” Vanessa purred. “Wouldn’t you like to shake her position a little? With the right reward, of course.” Raka paused, then asked cautiously, “What kind of reward?” Vanessa’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Connections. I can introduce you to top brand owners and investors. Bigger opportunities than just being another designer here. All you have to do is make sure Deviana’s project… fails.”

“She’s so lucky. Elvis’s family controls major banks. If she marries him, their company’s financial problems will be solved instantly!” The more he heard the impressed murmurs, the more Elvis's confidence was boosted to the point where he felt arrogant and entitled. He felt like Vanessa owed it to him, to say ‘yes’. This time, Elvis believed Vanessa would finally accept him, since he was one of the few who could save Smith Royale. His family was one of the wealthiest families, with a net worth estimated to be in the hundreds of billions. So it would also be dumb if Vanessa would reject him now, she needs him.