Victor Mature Net Worth Novels & Stories

She said looking at the three of them. Victor responded. “My business isn’t failing... I feel I should get a better price right? We stand to make millions of dollars without your help. Correct?” He asked, making sure to keep his voice steady and calm, Dynasty thought it was strange but he wouldn’t give her eye contact. She tries to look at him to make eye contact but is unable to, as she answers. "Yes, that's correct. But with us you stand to make over a billion dollars. Much larger investment, you could possibly increase your money even more if it performs well in the stock market."

The word lands in my chest like a thunderclap. I'm free and I don't belong to any man all thanks to my father... Shawn hesitates, then nods once. “Understood.” I swallow. “How… how rich are you?” Victor finally looks at me and smiles proud, and almost shy at the same time. “Rich enough that twenty million dollars is insignificant if it means my daughter is free.” He leans back. “Ace Industries is worth billions, Stella.” Billions. The word barely registers before his expression shifts. “But none of that matters,” he says quietly. “Not if your pups are still with Cole Grant.”

"We found a lead. An offshore account linked to Victor. Funds were withdrawn last week. We tracked the recipient." "Who?" "His son," Harris said. "Matteo Russo. 20 years old. Born in Switzerland. Mother unknown." I exhaled slowly. "So he’s real." "Very real," Harris said. "Victor's been setting this up for years. Matteo’s account received half a million dollars three days ago." "For what?" "Unknown," Harris said. "But I don’t like it." "Find him," I said. "We’re trying. But Leonardo...Victor might be dead, but Matteo has resources. We’re talking high-level encryption, professional operatives. This kid didn’t just inherit money. He inherited a network."

Another: The Billionaire Who Refuses to buy a ring. I scrolled slowly and saw photographs of galas, summits and international meetings. He stood beside presidents. CEOs. Ambassadors. He was always composed. Always slightly removed. Meanwhile, his net worth estimates were staggering and his reputation even more so. Ruthless. Precise. Unattached. A businessman who dismantled failing empires without hesitation. Victor was ambitious. But Victor was small compared to this. Very small, and the realization was both terrifying and promising. If Morningstar chose to crush Aurelius Holdings, he could do so effortlessly.

"He rebuilt it on his back." I stared at the photograph. "Explain." "Victor has been in a relationship with Henri Delacroix for almost seven years. Not a business partnership, a personal one. Delacroix funded Victor's comeback. Gave him access to capital, to connections, to the kinds of deals that don't appear on any public record and somehow knew about the shares you were going to sell. That was how Victor bought it." I blinked in confusion. "Delacroix is married. How are they gay when one has an active marriage while the other has a dissolved one?"

“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.”

she blurted out before practically running out the door. Carla, still recovering from the humiliation, simply smirked. Like she thought she’d get another chance. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Victor, I’ll cover the damages.” Victor barely looked at me, too busy staring at the briefcase full of money like he had been blessed by the heavens. “Damages? What damages? I’d gladly let him tear this place apart if it meant getting this.” I exhaled, exhausted. Fantastic. He got rich, and I got a headache.

This bitch should be here by now. “Are you expecting someone?” Victor asked, smiling wide as he poured himself another glass of champagne. The golden liquid bubbled and fizzed loudly, foam rising fast. He had just finished a huge, secret sale to some anonymous guy right here. Cash probably bulged thick in his pockets right now, making him feel untouchable. “What drug did you sell this time?” I asked, leaning forward. The sticky table clung to my elbows. “Just some really high shit,” he said, smirking like I was some clueless kid he can play with. “High enough to kill.”

And now— a stranger was rewriting everything. Victor continued carefully. “For years, we believed you were gone. But recent verification confirmed your survival.” Ethan let out a shaky breath. “This is insane,” he muttered. “Then allow me to clarify further,” Victor said. “Your inheritance includes global assets, private holdings, and controlling shares in multiple corporations.” Ethan’s fingers loosened slightly. Victor didn’t stop. “And your estimated net worth exceeds fifty billion dollars.” Silence. The night itself seemed to pause. Ethan nearly dropped the phone.

The power I believed I had. □□□ "I didn't know all that," He says. "I know," "It still doesn't explain what happened to your face," "There's no use in me telling you. You can't do anything," "Just give me the name," His jaw clenches. "It was my mother," Right when thought I won, he jokingly utter the words, "I don't have girlfriends for nothing," □□□ "I wanna go somewhere," I say sitting upright. "Any place in the world for you,"