Victor Martinez Net Worth Novels & Stories

Victor immediately denied it, saying that whatever it was, it wasn’t true. “We were already separated when I was in a relationship with Themarie, and after that, their relationship with Fabian Martinez followed.” I was furious after hearing that—how could he lie without even blinking? “So? Is it true what else is being said that Sonia Salazar left you because of Fabian Martinez?” Victor’s smile disappeared immediately. I was shocked by his act of disappointment. The reporters whispered to each other, and soon after, guards came out to disperse them. Victor’s managers arrived, saying it was time for their talk show schedule. Victor even managed to promote their next movie with Themarie.

He smugly warned. The one in a red tuxedo was Drew Martinez, his father was the CEO and founder of Martinez Corporation, a company that was worth billions of dollars. And so Drew was probably looking down on Liam. He thought he was really being nice to Liam by letting him leave without giving him a beating for walking in on them.

DESMOND “Your ex-wife seems to be doing pretty well for herself these days,” Victor remarked as he settled onto the bar stool beside me. He placed his phone on the counter and pushed it in my direction. “That’s her, isn’t it?” I hesitated for a moment before reaching for the device, a video already playing. “Selling a single painting for ten million?” Victor let out a low whistle. “She must be ridiculously rich now.” I barely heard him.

"I'm working hard to pay off my debt, sir." "Your debt." Victor laughed, but the sound held no warmth. "Do you know what's funny about your debt, Marcus?" "No, sir." "Your ex-wife is worth thirty million dollars now. Thirty million! While you're selling drugs on street corners for pocket change." The words hit me like a physical blow. Thirty million dollars. Elena had thirty million dollars while I slept on a moldy mattress and begged Victor's men for enough food to stay alive. Isabella and Sophia looked up from their own corners of the warehouse, listening to Victor's taunts with grim expressions.

She skimmed the article, trying to read it as quickly as possible before the kids got out of school. Carter Wagner Williamson (born 18 July) is an American business magnate, investor, engineer, and philanthropist. He is the founder, CEO and product architect of W Motors as well as several other smaller companies. As of March, he has an estimated net worth of $14.8 billion, making him one of the top 100 wealthiest people in the world.

"Figuratively." "Literally?" His eyes searched mine, too knowing. "This town... whispers travel. American couple, running. Missing women back home." Heart pounding, I sat up, cum trickling down my thigh. "What do you know?" He shrugged, but his hand stayed on my hip. "Enough to help. For a price. Or... for you." Leverage. Perfect. "Tell me more. While you touch me again." He grinned, fingers sliding between my legs, dipping into the mess. "Another man Victor? Connected to cartels. Dead now, they say. But his network... V3? That's Marco Ruiz. Local fixer. Hired for jobs like yours."

Victor and I never discussed his finances, but one hundred million dollars is a lot of money, especially with his father pressuring him at Gunner Holdings, Inc. Samuel said Victor recently bought shares from a trusted investor, spending millions. Now, this. “One hundred fifty million dollars!” Victor’s voice rang out. I fidgeted, wanting to declare Victor the winner, but it would be unfair to others. I was willing for Jeremy to stop bidding and allow Victor to win, but he seemed to develop a penchant for annoying Victor. Since they met, Jeremy kept needling Victor. But I also could not blame Jeremy. Victor was rude first.

“You’re in such a rush. Relax, Sophia. Why don’t we have a little chat first?” I frowned, my unease growing. “I’d really prefer if we could handle the business matter at hand.” But Victor had other ideas. He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and his tone shifted. “You know, I could offer you a life far better than whatever Mr Mahone is paying you.” I froze. “I mean it,” he continued, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Luxury beyond your imagination. A salary that makes your current paycheck look like peanuts. And I could clear your mother’s debt in an instant. Just one word from me.”

Chapter 17 Author. “Are you done transferring the amount?” Leo asked when he saw Victor and Blaze taking opposite seats facing him. “It’s done.” Victor spoke with a sigh. Leo smirked seeing him tired. It was obvious to happen working eight hours with the Irish. The Diamonds which Mateo as an alliance without any security deposit gave his grandfather were sold to the Irish merchant with a net profit of five million.

He asked. "No. I didn't." He nodded. * * * 10 days later "Okay, your vitals are good. Your getting better. You can leave today." The doctor finally announced. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate you helping me." Mateo thanked the doctor. "It's my job Mr. Martinez." The doctor replied and left. "Okay man, it's time to go back." I finally said. "Let's go." He replied and got off the bed. * * *