Victor Martinez Net Worth Novels & Stories

"It's what Martinez would have wanted. He wouldn't want you struggling, living in his shadow. He'd want you to have a new life." Something in his words had reached her. Her shoulders had slumped, the fight draining out of her. "He always believed in you," she'd said quietly. "Even at the end." Victor had transferred enough money to set her up for life, though he knew it could never replace what she'd lost. As these memories rushed through his mind, Victor's grip on the champagne bottle tightened. His resolve hardened. This wasn't just about revenge anymore—it was about justice. For Martinez. For his widow. For all the lives Xavier had destroyed.

“Using another man’s money huh? Sure, since you’re not the one feeling the pinch from this purchase, I’ll go tell on you to the person who will!” Although not in the mood to guess why Victor would give his card to Javier, Zayn was sure of one thing—Victor must not be aware of this. Zayn could more or less estimate how much money Victor had. Taking into account all the shares Victor owned, the amount should be a maximum of 31.5 million dollars.

Chloe sat to my left, picking at a plate of untouched escargot, looking bored but dangerous. And in the center of the table, a secure conference phone sat like a ticking bomb. "Victor is on the line," Victoria announced, her voice tight. "Do not disappoint him, Ryan." She pressed the button. "Victor," she said smoothly. "We are all here." "I see the stock price, Victoria," Victor’s voice rasped through the speaker. It was a cold, mechanical sound. "It went up four percent today. My short position is bleeding out. I didn't give you millions to make Sebastian Knight richer."

The city glittered below, beautiful yet cruel. Somewhere in that maze of steel and glass, Mara was out there, still refusing to return or call me. The thought twisted like a knife. I pushed it down. This wasn’t about her. Not tonight. This was about making Victor understand what it felt like to lose control. By 7:42 p.m., Lang Holdings was halted for volatility. Trading resumed thirty minutes later—down another 9%. Victor’s personal net worth that was tied heavily to his company stock had shed nine figures in forty-eight hours. His board was fracturing. His lenders were calling margins. His PR team was drowning in media requests they couldn’t answer.

I said “The man in the photo is Roman Lim. Victor recognized him when they removed his blindfold. He said that the last time Roman is here and he is mad because of the business project that wasn’t given to him” I started and then I paused and looked at them to see their reactions and I took a deep breath and continued, “He will earn P23,000,000 if it was given to him but instead of giving to him you chose to give it to Tony Paz your new business partner… Victor knows it all because every time you talk about business you are not excusing him from playing with his favorite talking robot and car with wings” The mother cried so hard when she heard it all and Daniel is just looking at me and I gu

“What was your relationship?” Victor smiles faintly. “Mutual ambition.” Marcus sighs. “That always ends badly.” Victor continues. “I needed access to Reyes Holdings. And she had it.” The detective writes something down. “But she didn’t tell you about her past with Adrian.” Victor shakes his head. “No.” The detective glances toward the glass. Toward Adrian. “She kept that quiet.” Victor nods. “Yes.” Marcus leans closer to me. “So basically… Victor thought they were building a corporate empire.”

"Marcus, do you know anything about Liam Knight?" "Knight Capital Ventures? Sure. He's legitimate. Built his firm from nothing after his divorce about five years ago." Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "I literally ran into him this morning. Spilled coffee all over him. He gave me his card, said something about helping me rebuild." "Huh." Marcus looked thoughtful. "His ex-wife cleaned him out pretty badly. Took everything in the divorce, left him with nothing. He rebuilt from scratch. Made his first million back within two years. Now he's worth probably fifty times what he lost."

Lacey stood in front of Victor and smiled, “Hello, Mister Cross, so, the agreement that you approached your wife with was three million dollars one mansion, the beach house and two cars. Is that correct?” Victor nodded, “Yes, it was.” Lacey asked, “Mister Cross, for the record, how much are you currently worth?” Victor took a deep breath and answered, “Approximately five-hundred billion.”

“And when they do, all hell will break loose. You know it too; you and I are stronger together. It's either that or we get caught in the crossfire. Marry into the Martinez's family, and we'll have the manpower we need to win this war.” I knew he had a point. Now was the time to make allies and the Martinez family would make really great allies—if they don't stab us in the back. “So, let's assume that I buy into this stupid idea of yours. Indulge me. What do the Martinez’s possibly stand to gain from this union?” Liam began to drum his fingers on his thighs. I sighed, expecting another lie. What was he hiding? “Money. I told them I had access to father's secret stash—millions of dollars. You

“The debt is high,” Victor growled. “You never be able to pay such a huge amount of debt after what your sister has done. If only you two had done more for the company, things might have been a lot different.” The remark was hardly justified and Melvin knew it. Victor had never really considered them and his generosity with money had been largely to satisfy his ego. A show of affluence had always pleased him and it raised his prestige in Michigan. He had been quite never satisfied with his Money and he firmly believed, money was the only power, and it had been a great shock to him to find himself virtually without it.