Isabelle Fuhrman Net Worth の小説・ストーリー

He finally released my shoulders, only to immediately place a reassuring hand at the small of my back. "Rhea, this is Isabelle Montaigne. She manages several of the commercial land development projects for my company here in Imperial City." I offered her a deliberately small, cool smile, "A pleasure." I said, my voice sweet but flat, letting her know I hadn't forgotten her 'servant' comment. Isabelle, however, was clearly not done. The initial shock had morphed into a determined calculation. She turned to me, her eyes doing another, more thorough sweep.

Uncle Sebastian who had been quiet all this time spoke. “Yes, Uncle.” Eli responded. “Isabella Otto’s net worth at the time had spiked and made her eligible for such amount—even though that's nothing compared to half her current network.” The way Eli, said the last part of that sentence, it felt like $80 million was such a menial amount compared to what I was actually worth. “Well that confirms it. When I set my eyes on that wretch I had a feeling he was nothing but criminal asshole.” Aunty Genny said once more.

“There’s something else I need to tell you. Something I probably should have mentioned before, but I didn’t think it mattered until now.” Elena’s stomach dropped. “What?” “Isabelle Laurent didn’t just disappear. I did some research after I saw those photos last year—just curiosity, I told myself.” Victoria scrolled through her phone. “Six months after she supposedly died, she married a man named Harrison Laurent. He was eighty-three years old and worth about two billion dollars.” “She faked her death to marry a rich old man?” Elena felt sick. “That’s…”

I could practically see the gears turning in her head, calculating the profits of this new development. “Child,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Perhaps this was fate. You’ve done the Corvini family a great service. I’ll help you disappear.” Seeing that triumphant look in her eyes, I had to laugh. Then I remembered Isabella’s ruthless brother, the true heir to the Falcone fortune. He had the family assets locked down tight. In my past life, Isabella spent twenty years as nothing but a trophy. The only reason she craved Marco was for his wallet—he was her ticket to endless shopping sprees.

Isabel replied, "I've been waiting for you to say that. I would've been mad if you hadn't asked me." She continued smugly, "I got half of my bastard ex-husband's assets in the divorce—I can even live off the interests comfortably. I'm confident in your design skills, so let me handle the startup funds. If we're doing this, we're going big! I'll start working on things tomorrow." Isabel immediately made a call to place an order for champagne and flowers to be delivered. Then, they popped the champagne ceremoniously. Still in their nightgowns, Yvonne and Isabel held a glass of champagne each and shook hands solemnly.

“He’s one of the company’s largest investors.” That got my attention. “And,” he added, “I run my own firm. We specialize in acquiring failing companies—buying, restructuring, and rebuilding them into something profitable again.” Interesting. He pulled out a tablet and turned it toward me. Property deeds. Tax payment records. Asset dependency charts. My name appeared again and again. “You’re aware,” he said evenly, “that the foundation of my brother’s company is built on assets you personally own.” “Yes,” I said. “And I’m the one paying taxes on them.”

"You what? She... But... But you only eat food from the restaurant." He knew how picky his boss was with food. He only ever ate food from one restaurant. To imagine that he had eaten breakfast prepared by his new wife... "Stop gawking and help me clean up," Jacob admonished. "I have somewhere to be soon." *** Isabelle had only one agenda for her visit home; to get the money for Ruth's treatment. She was already planning on how after getting the money, she would go straight to the hospital to see that Ruth's treatment began right away.

He is going to make it big very soon, all thanks to his dear niece. There is a grace following Isabella, Jack made a lot of money because of her, and she has a property worth a good amount of money that she is not aware of. Jack doesn't plan on telling her that too, never in a million times will he try that. If he had known that people would want someone as unsocial, awkward, and ugly as Isabella, he would have started making money off her a long time ago. What is special about Isabella that anyone will want her? Powerful, wealthy, and dangerous people at that.

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining her smiling at Steven, imagining the life she had built without him. And yet… a part of him knew he couldn’t leave it be. He never could. He stared at the private investigator’s report that had just arrived. He needed to know everything.. zwhat she had done, what she had become, why his life had been nothing for the past six years. He scrolled slowly, letting each line sink in. Isabella Valenti. Formerly Isabella Hart. Left the country six years ago. Relocated to Australia. Built Aeros Finances, partnered with Valenti Holdings and Steven Valenti.