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don-daygamerz · 3 years

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Midnight Bite

Billy Russo x Rich!Mysterious!Reader

Summary: Billy Russo gets a taste of the Duchess of Mystery and he can't get enough of it. The devilish billionaire heiress and New York's finest bachelor/CEO have themselves a thrilling and erotic night.

Warnings: Rated 18+, pure smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, spanking, mention of nudity, pure description of erotica/sex, swear words.

Word Count: 5.0K

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New York City was bustling and buzzing in the dark of the night, not a single star in the sky as the vibrant and fluorescent lights of NYC filled the entire city polluting the sky and diminishing the view of the sky’s glittering freckles. Tonight was a special occasion just like any other night, especially for this young, dashing CEO. Former Marine, First Lieutenant, now one of New York’s wealthiest bachelors, William Russo, or Billy for short, is at work but in the eyes of the attendees, a fellow rich man ‘enjoying’ this lackluster gala. Billy and his company, ANVIL, were here for an important assignment or rather contract deal for providing security as well as safety for these guests.

Billy walked away from the center of the ‘ballroom’ floor; the gossiping anorexics and gold diggers, leering old and married men, trust fund brats, sketchy old money folks, judgmental mothers and aunts, and so on; Billy felt nauseated being surrounded with the types of crowds the first class consisted of these days. It felt like being in a TV drama. But these kinds of people pay him a lot of money for his company’s service.

The party also had a couple of strange guests here and there…they looked pale, some gothic vibes going about from their taste in fashion.

But he couldn’t help with how his attention was drawn towards a certain but familiar temptress. She wasn’t just the center of his attention but everyone else’s. She just walked through those doors and BAM! It was like the entire party was drawn to her. Men, old, young, married, or divorced, were lusting for her attention; the model-worthy women couldn’t help but be envious; older women craved to have just a fraction of that beauty, and the frat trust fund boys just wanted a piece of that sweet ass.

Billy couldn’t keep his dark lustful eyes off her, the way she had walked through those doors in that sinful dress; deep down he wanted to tear it off her and ravage the hidden masterpiece that was her gorgeous body. The off-shoulder dress was red satin that dragged through the marble floor like a mermaid’s tail, so elegant and with such grace. She had put up her soft (h/c) hair in an elegant bun, fitting for a formal occasion.

The dress suited her, it really did. The fabric was snug and clinging to her curves. The red dress wasn’t the only thing that made her stand out though, her jewelry added the charm to it all. Covered in the most precious diamonds around her elegant neck and soft slender fingers. And in she walked through the crowd in a pair of black strap stiletto heels with poise and with each step leaving a soft click. Billy could just imagine having her down on her knees in nothing but her diamond necklace and her little black stilettos as she choked on his cock.

Many of the people in the crowds began to gossip about the ‘newcomer’. Well, she wasn’t really a newcomer, just a mystery…and that’s what left people interested, they wanted to know her…wanted all her dirt…who exactly was she? No one knew much about her except the fact that she and her family-owned, and worked in a top-rated corporate company in the medical industry that specialized in hematology, ophthalmology, dermatology, gynecology, cardiology, neurology, organ transplantation works, pharmaceuticals, and cells research. But they championed in hematology compared to other companies. They were in high demand not only in The US but the entire world. It was also one of the oldest corporations in history.

The young lady in red stopped at the bar to order her poison, “I’ll have a martini,” she told the bartender. She then leaned her back against the edge of the marble countertop observing the party-goers. Her (e/c) orbs trailed over the familiar faces she had met and done her research on. A girl’s gotta come prepared in this kind of lifestyle. Not too long was she confronted with the presence of a wretched and vexing person that she wasn’t subtle in expressing her animosity towards them.

“My, my, I’m surprised to see you here, (Name). I thought the Ţepeș family were nonconformist especially the idea to mingle in social gatherings,” Tiffany Augustus, a young woman in her late 30s spoke. “And a good evening to you, Mrs. Augustus. I didn’t know you were invested in my family. But I’m quite flattered you have Ţepeș family close in mind. It just warms my heart to know you hold them in high regard,” she responded back with a condescending smile with her hand over her left breast which irked Tiffany.

(Name) Esmeray Ţepeș…a saint to the public and a duchess of mystery to the rich class.

“Well, we’re all just curious about the stance of your family. Here everybody knows everybody. Is it wrong to make an innocent assumption? Last I heard you’ve been building more homes here and there, and giving to the poor and orphans, then providing free healthcare services down to the orphanages…so noble of you, I must say. I’d think you’re trying to make us look bad.” Tiffany said out of hate. Now what was wrong with that you may ask? Tiffany Augustus was married to Raymond Augustus whose family specialized in medicine as well. Closely to pediatrics, that was where they profited the most from. So when (Name) decided to introduce affordable healthcare services to youths and families, it heavily hindered their competitor’s pediatrics department. Now families, clinics, and many other hospitals were cutting off their deals with Augustus.

“I didn’t know it was a crime to do the right thing especially when it put your husband’s company at risk of say perhaps….bankruptcy? Corruption? Loss of investors?” (Name) mocked Tiffany and that left her fuming inside with rage. She really thought she could corner her and gain the upper hand. The bartender came and passed in her order. She picked up the martini and took a small sip. No spill, no stain. She then looked down at her glass as she spun a manicured finger round the rim in contemplation. Before giving the finishing blow.

“All in all, Tiffany I was just doing what I was meant to do, helping people. You should try it sometime…might help erase some of those nasty ‘rumors’ of you spending more than your husband’s donations, even when you bought that sinking island instead of helping donate to the disaster relief over at Texas…yikes,” the young Ţepeș slightly smirked at her. Tiffany just gasped out of shock and embarrassment, she was furious but speechless. Having enough she turned and walked away. People turned to their companions and colleagues to gossip about the scene they had witnessed and some had chuckled at the Augustus woman’s predicament. Another thing people were aware of was that you don’t ever mess with (Name) Ţepeș.

‘Finally, some peace…’ (Name) thought and turned back to the bar.

“Now that was satisfying to watch,” a dark sultry voice came behind her as the owner of said voice now stood beside her.

“It was satisfying for everyone,” she said back.

“True, but that’s because you out of everyone know how to make her shut up,”

“And how can I be of service to New York City’s most dashing bachelor?” she spoke in a fake gushing tone as she turned her head to him and gave him one of her famous smiles. Their eyes met. Billy smirked as his gorgeous dark orbs raked down her beautiful body.

“Red suits you,”

“As it should, but you didn’t come here to compliment my dress now did you?”

“Do I really need an excuse just to be graced in your presence?”

“I guess not,” she answered back as Billy leaned in closer, his chest touching her right arm and with his left arm wrapped around her from behind, his was now hand close to her crotch.

“Now tell me why you didn’t accept my invitation back then?” he nearly growled at her.

“I was busy, you of all people should understand that. My priorities are my work and my clients,”

“And I appreciate that, but I’m losing my mind over this game of cat and mouse,” he gave a sexy smirk at his statement.

Billy Russo, CEO, and founder of ANVIL which was a private military contractor, first met the young Ţepeș over a year ago when she was adjusting her move to New York from London. Billy was having lunch with a potential client alongside a colleague of his that just happened to be Lady Ţepeș herself. Ever since he set his eyes on her, the chase began. And boy did he like how stubborn she was in dismissing his not-so-subtle advances. It made the chase all the more exciting and made him crave for more.

Never in Russo’s life did he ever lust over one woman for a long time. But honestly, what other woman could ever compare to (Name) Esmeray Ţepeș? It’s been more than a year, and since meeting her, he’s been unsuccessful in bedding her.

“What’s it got to take for you to at least meet me....” he leaned his face close, so close she could feel the prickle of his beard and even his warm breath hit her face, minty, ”halfway…you could grant me that pleasure after all that torture of running after you.”

“And what is it my darling prince requests from me? Perhaps a kiss?” she may have offered.

He leaned even closer and whispered to her, “I was thinking a little more of a compensation gift for my friend down below. Let’s test how long that red lipstick of yours can last.”

She laughed as she smacked her hand against his chest, moving back slightly but not breaking from his embrace. Billy just smiled as he enjoyed hearing her laugh. But in all truth, he really was serious. I mean, how hot it would be for her down on her knees sucking him off and then cumming all over her pretty face, mouth wide open, and well-endowed breasts.

“You are insatiable,” she said while chuckling as she played with his tie. “You really lack a filter, you know that,” she added.

“Yet you seem to find joy in it. Do you deny that?”

She looked back at him, “I don’t.” Pulling him close by his tie, she then whispered to him, “But I hate to break it to you…”

Oh man, was she really going to deny him again?

“But my red lipstick…” she smacked and licked her lips in gesture, “…are smudge-proof. NYX soft matte lip cream never fails me.”

Billy chuckled at her explanation about her choice of makeup but she did not stop.

“Then again…I can’t refuse such a tantalizing request,” her voice grew sultry and dripping with want. This got Billy smiling.

“My place or yours?” he asked.

“Yours. I live far from the city,”

“And what makes you think that I don’t?” he smirked.

“You seem the type to live in a large penthouse, hence within the city…Now excuse me while I head over to talk with my colleagues,” she tried to leave but Russo had gently grabbed her arm back to pull her in. “Why don’t you and I just leave this place now?” Billy really wanted to take her right now.

She smiled and said to him, “A tempting choice but we both have work to do. You have to secure this place while I have to mingle with my colleagues and investors. Don’t worry won’t be long now.”

He let her go and watched as her hips swayed left and right. He doesn’t want her to leave but he sure enjoys how her ass looks as she walks away. Damn, he was feeling lucky tonight. Billy couldn’t keep the smile off his face until he reverted back to boss mode to focus on his assignment.

3 hours 15 minutes later…

The charity gala was long and hectic, with all the speeches, dedications, toasts, and extravagant meals. As usual, (Name) Ţepeș placed a huge donation for the sake of improving the living standards of orphans and better provision of good meals. This did not go without notice from Billy. He was familiar with (Name)’s generosity towards orphans, fostered children, sick children, single mothers, and the homeless. That was one of the main things about her that made him drawn towards her. Despite being a billionaire, old money in fact, she was selfless, caring, respectful, and generous to those in need.

Billy had done his job and he stuck by his client’s contract. There were no unauthorized break-ins, no disruptions, no harm came to the guests. The party went smoothly. Now that it was all over, Billy had all his employees lock up ANVIL and head back home.

(Name) went to grab her fluffy white coat and sat on one of the couches in the lounge area. Not long did she have to wait as she heard a pair of footsteps headed in her direction. “Ready to go?” he offered his hand to her which she accepted. He had pulled her up from the couch and brought her close to him.

“I cannot wait to get you out of that dress,” he growled at her in pure lust.

“Just try not to tear it,” she smirked.

“No promises.”

She laughed at his response. He offered his arm to her which she looped and held close towards her bosom. Billy was a gentleman as he helped her in the car and as he drove he couldn’t help running a free hand over her thigh. He so badly wanted to finger her pussy while he drove, have her squirming in the car seat, pump in and out till she came on his long fingers…but she wore a dress without a slit…..fuck.

They had made it to his building in record time. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Billy immediately grabbed her and slammed her to the wall. Kissing and biting from her collarbone to her earlobe. He softly kissed below her ear and he released such hot words, in a deep, dark, dulcet tone, “I’m gonna destroy you…and have you begging for me…and only me.”

“Is that a promise? Or are you just all talk and no action?” the Ţepeș girl taunted him playfully. She had finally relented in letting him ravage her body, so there better be no regrets in her decision. (Name) wanted this as much as Russo did.

Her question caused Billy to grab at her face and slightly squeezed. He looked down menacingly at her then smirked lustfully before devouring her soft red coated lips. He had her caged in, chest to chest, one hand groping her plump ass and the other caressing her face. So harsh their lips melded together, Billy managed to shove his tongue in and explore her delicious mouth. He could taste her…she must have had strawberry flavored mint. Fuck was she delicious.

Their tongues then wrestled one another as if fighting for dominance. Drool started dripping down the corner of (Name)’s mouth. They pulled away. Their noses touching each other and their eyes so focused on the other. (Name) smiled, “The rumors were true then…” she breathed heavily from that hot make-out. Billy looked at her confused and at the same time wary of her next answer.

“What rumors?” he’d asked.

“That you’re a really good kisser….Now I’m really excited to see what that tongue of yours can do,” she said in a pleasing tone. This made the man beam with utmost pride from the statement she gave. It really inflated his ego. The elevator doors opened to his floor and with that, Billy pulled (Name) to his door quickly entering. (Name) walked and looked around his penthouse taking in the décor while Billy came behind her and started kissing her neck, nibbling here and there, making sure to mask her entire neck with hickies. He really felt the need to make his mark. She was finally in his grasp.

“Nice place you got here,” she complimented. But he was too busy rubbing his crotch against her ass, his dick getting harder. “What? Oh yeah…but enough talk more stripping,” he mumbled erratically, desperate to feel her naked skin. The (h/c) haired woman laughed at his needy demand. Pulled away from him, she turned and started her strip. If she was gonna strip, why not make it at least tasteful for him. Show him what exactly he’s in for. Her white coat was thrown somewhere on the couch, she then started removing her jewelry but Billy stopped her, “Wait, wouldn’t you like it if I fucked you in nothing but those precious diamonds of yours?”

“Oooh kinky, I like that. But how about we save it for next time? These diamonds don’t exactly come cheap, you know. I had to find them from a special seller…paid handsomely for it…so sorry, darling,”

“That’s fine by me…but wait next time?” he asked interested, ‘is there gonna be a next time?’ Mischief and coy swimming in his dark eyes.

“That is if you manage to…oh how you say…rock my entire world. You up to the task?” she taunted playfully at him as she unchained and unbuckled her beloved diamonds and set them aside on the coffee table. “Haha, oh I’m gonna rock your entire world, alright. Rock it so hard that your sweet pussy is filled to the brim…” he took off his dark coat, his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, “…your ass so red and bruised…” he unbuckled his belt, “…cum all over your chest and tits…” he finally pulled down his pants along with his boxers causing his long, hard dick to bounce up. Tall, hard, thick, and dripping with pre-cum, she couldn’t help licking her lips she drank in the erotic scene right in front of her. This did not go unnoticed by Billy and he by far enjoyed how aroused she appeared.

Those magazine covers and photoshoots really did no justice for Mr. Russo here. He was a true living Adonis. “Would you mind unzipping for me, I can’t seem to reach,” she begged him sweetly. He moved to unzip her dress from the back and after, she had turned to him and took a step back to give him a little show. Swift fingers moved to push the top of the dress down which revealed her two glorious round bosoms. Her nipples hardened as the cold air came in contact with them. Down the dress went to the floor until she was left in her heels and black lace underwear. Fuck did that make Billy’s cock throb.

She kicked away the dress and wrapped her arms around Billy and said these words that triggered the beast inside of him, “I’m yours. So fuck me.” His arms quickly grabbed her legs as he carried her to the kitchen counter and sat her on it. Back to kissing like their life depended on it, they had both realized that they enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips on one another. And as they kissed, Billy’s hands felt they were possessed as he grabbed, groped, scratched, and caressed every inch of (Name)’s body. He certainly enjoyed kneading her breasts and when he pinched her delicate nipples, (Name) couldn’t help the squeaks and moans coming out of her. Billy got riled up from the sweet sounds that she emitted. He loved that he was the reason for making her scream in pleasure.

Quickly the panties were torn from her but she did not care one bit. Her pussy now exposed to the world, wet and so tight, it hurt slightly as it was begging to be stuffed, to be filled, to be destroyed. Billy bent down and shoved his face down her crotch, his tongue now in the works as it flicked and flicked…hard.

“Fuck, ha ha, I was right…uhh!…about that…gah!...tongue of yours!” she could barely form a sentence while she held on tight to his dark hair with legs crossed behind him to pull him closer. He groaned at her intense pulling, his cock getting even harder. His eyes turned to look up at her. (E/c) eyes closed, mouth panting, sweat dripping down her forehead, then one of her hands ran up her chest to grope and rub her right breast. Billy watched as her head tilted upwards along with her back arching and her hand playing with her right breast. As he played, licked, and sucked at her clit, she added more to her pleasure when she began groping her large supple breast and pinching her sweet hardened nipples.

The kitchen was filled with a euphoric atmosphere. Grunting sounds and moans bounced off the expensive walls of Russo’s lavish kitchen. As Billy devoured (Name), the more she got aroused and the more she got close to the edge of impending orgasm. ‘Not yet,’ she thought when she felt close. She needed him inside her. Now and fast.

The CEO’s head was pulled away from her pussy, forced to look up at the beloved temptress, she spoke, “As much as I love being eaten out…I need you inside me……now,” she’d growled her demand like a bitch in heat. Billy chuckled at her attitude which he couldn’t deny….was so sexy. Everything she did and said really turned him on even added a throb and a twitch to his phallus friend.

“So demanding…” he stood up with arms her sides, leaning close. So much lust swam in those hypnotizing dark orbs. “Just want to savor…” kissing from her abused neck, “…every piece…” to her collarbone, “…of you…” to her chest (boy, did she smell good…daisy? lavender? coconuts?), “…I’ve waited a long time to finally have you…” Billy then finally reached to bite at one of her hard nipples, sucking and licking it. This made (Name) groan and her pussy to start tingling.

After that, Billy lifted her off the countertop and carried her straight to his bedroom. The real fun was about to begin. He threw her on his bed which caused not only her body to bounce but also her tits. Up and down they went, Billy couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of them. She giggled at the look on his face and decided to run her hands over her breasts, “You like what you see?” she asked in a sultry and intoxicating voice, giving her breasts a squeeze and push them close. Billy just smiled and crawled over her body, his cock now rubbing against her folds. He looked down at her, “You really are naughty when you’re horny. Could have mistaken you for a succubus,” he joked.

That made her laugh, “You never know. I could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing…” she dragged a finger under his bearded chin then up to his lips which in turn made him open to suck on her perfectly manicured finger. She moved to sit up to try and unbuckle her strap heels throwing them somewhere in the room without a care. Moving her body to lay her head on the pillows, she lifted her head to look at him with a smirk on her swollen red lips and then spread her legs far apart. Her fingers delved at her clit then spread her folds to further expose her lovely dripping hole.

“I’m waiting,” she said in a sexy voice but with obvious impatience.

“Such a needy little whore,” he growled at her.

Quickly he flung himself at her and had thrown her legs over his shoulder, and without warning plunged deep inside her sacred pussy causing (Name) to gasp in pleasure.

“Fuck!” she moaned aloud. “You really are packing.” That statement made Billy grin. Back and forth he went, his hard cock dragging against her wet walls. Her pussy gripped and tightened against his massive cock making Billy groan at the amazing feeling of her wrapped around him. He watched while he fucked her as she clutched hard on the bedsheets, her large tits bouncing up and down with sweat in between. Fuck was she gorgeous, with her tits exposed, panting and moaning, and his throbbing dick going in and out of her pussy.

He slammed into her hard and was now gaining speed, but he was not yet ready to cum. Not yet. He pulled out which caused her to whine.

“Uhhh…I thought you wanted to cum inside me,” she mewled at him. He bent down to kiss her.

“And I will…Now turn over and lift that pretty ass for me,” he ordered her which she complied. As soon as her bum was in the air, Billy aligned the tip of his penis on her folds teasing her. He then started slapping his cock on her clit and pussy making (Name) whimper in desperation.

“Beg for my cock,” he growled from behind.

“Put it in,”

*SMACK*

“Ow! Ha ha ha,” she giggled as he slapped her plump ass hard making it jiggle.

“I said beg,” It was obvious he didn’t need to repeat again. So (Name) decided to be his little submissive whore, she didn’t mind that at all. Not one bit.

“Please fuck me, sir…I need your cock inside me…so bad,” she mewled in a submissive tone. Billy adhered to her begging and thrust deep into her pink, sopping wet pussy. He drilled into her hard which made her upper body collapse on the bed while her ass was supported by Billy’s hands. With his hands at her waist, he had also dragged her body back and forth, slamming his hips against her ass. He looked down and he could see how well she took him. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said to her feeling giddy at the feeling of her tight pussy. His cock glistened in her sweet juices that were coating it.

Billy fucked (Name) deep and rigorously without stopping. They explored different positions for hours upon hours but the one he enjoyed most was when she rode him like a fucking hot cowgirl. Now Billy lay on his back with his head on the pillow and slightly elevated so he could properly see the magnificent sight right before him….or rather on top of him. This woman, in all of her naked glory, with her supple round tits bouncing in the air, her legs curled at his sides, and finally her pussy squeezing and rubbing his hard cock as she bounced on it. Up and down she went, Billy watched this beautiful and tamed seductress go down on his cock, moaning, gasping, and mewling, “I’m cumming…fuck, I’m cumming!!”

Billy sat up while still inside her constricting pussy to lay her on her back so he could pound into her and cum with her. “Fuck baby, I’m so close,” he jutted his hips fast and hard, his balls slapping against her ass. And not long after did they came, both of them moaning load in their orgasmic high and in total euphoria. She felt him cumming deep inside her desecrated pussy. His semen was hot and she could also feel it to the brim. ‘He really was packing…’ she thought soundly.

Billy pulled out of her sensitive hole, his cock now limp and dripping in their juices. He looked down at her pussy and smirked seeing his semen seep out of her. (Name) sat up as well and looked down. She rubbed at her clit and swiped her fingers over her creamed pussy then brought her cum coated fingers to her lips. She gave a hum in appreciation for the taste.

“Hmmm…you taste good,” she told him exhaustively but pleased. This made the former Marine near hard again and so he grabbed the back of her head to kiss her with much gusto. Their lips melded and their tongues danced with each other. The Ţepeș girl wrapped her arms around Russo’s back as her nipples brushed against his chest. She pulled away and gave a small smile to him, “Well that was fun.”

“It certainly was,” he responded back in truth. Billy Russo really did enjoy his night. Out of all the girls he’s slept with, (Name) Ţepeș was by far the best. In fact, she was way out of their league. And man, can she last long in bed. “How many was that?” he asked her. “We went…around five or six times, I think?” she referred to the number of orgasms they’ve made. “Nice.”

“What time is it?” she asked.

“I’d estimate around 3:30…why? Leaving already?” he didn’t want to sound desperate but he really wouldn’t mind if she stayed for the night.

“You sure I’m not an amazing notch in your bedpost since I’ve been making you chase after me for a long time,” she said teasingly.

“Now who said you’re just a conquest to me?”

“Your reputation?” He just laughed.

“Yeah…but what if it was different? With you?” he asked curiously.

“And what do you mean by that exactly?” she asked him back coyly interested to hear his proposal.

“Say…you…me…dinner, lunch, even breakfast…what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to take to you out…Maybe perhaps make you mine,” he looked at her waiting to hear her answer. He'd hoped she wouldn’t refuse and forget this ever happened because he was sure as hell ain’t never going to forget how he and (Name) shared a passionate and amazing night together.

“Hmm…I have no qualms against it,”

“Is that a yes?” he smiled.

“It is,”

“Good.”

He then dragged her against his chest to lay side by side on his king-sized bed. Pulling up his blanket, he covered both him and (Name), and Billy tucked her in his chest while (Name) curled around him and interlocked her legs with his to find warmth. “Goodnight,” she sweetly whispered to him as she looked up at him. “Night,” he replied back warmly as he leaned in to peck her on her lips. And through the night, sleep had embraced them.

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Author's note:

This took me a long time to put together. I really tried my hardest so I hope not to disappoint you. Thank you and enjoy.

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spine-buster · 3 years

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peaceful easy feeling ft. b.boeser | five

A/N: This is the last part of this mini series! I know this adventure was short but thank you all for coming along on the ride :) A quick reminder that I will be announcing my new fic, who it will feature, a small blurb, & a clue as to what to expect from it this Thursday at 7:30pm EST. Happy reading!

CONTENT WARNING: parents with disease/sickness (Parkinson’s); parent death; swearing; sex; alcohol use; lots of emotions.

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“You look beautiful, baby,” Brock cooed as he adjusted his cufflinks – well, not really. He was looking at Grace, not really caring about his cufflinks. Seeing her stand there in her beautiful dress, her hair curled and pinned, and her delicate jewelry hanging off her ears, neck, and wrists…she was a vision. He was so lucky.

They were about to leave to attend the Parkinson’s Foundation of British Columbia Gala. Grace had planned virtually the whole thing, though she worked with the head of the foundation on most major decisions. She arranged the venue, catering, got major sponsors (okay…the biggest were her uncles, but there were a lot more), organized the silent auction, and arranged the entertainment for the evening. Everyone who attended their weekly meetings would be there. Brock knew the Aquilinis would be there. It was a party, yes, and a function to raise money, yes – but at the end of the day, it was a culmination of Grace’s strength after Hamish passed away.

“Thanks, babe,” she smiled over at him, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. “Are Petey and Svea ready to go?”

Brock nodded. “Petey’s been texting for fifteen minutes asking if we’re on our way yet,” he joked.

“You can blame it on me,” she winked. “Unless Petey takes a good look at your hair. Then he’ll know it was you.”

Brock laughed out loud, taking the few steps needed to stand right in front of her and wrap his arms around her. “Hey…before we go,” his voice was low and he looked down at Grace. “Your dad would be so proud of you for planning this.”

Grace nodded her head. She knew. It was a lot of work, and she completely went in head first with planning all of it and maybe, sort of taking over the entire operation, but it was worth it. She had planned something that would raise money that, hopefully, would fund research so that nobody would have to go through what she went through. She didn’t just want to be known as an heiress daughter of a billionaire; she wanted to be known as so much more. An heiress who used her money to fund research projects and arts centres; an heiress who donated her time and money to worthy causes. She once told Brock that she knew she wasn’t the smartest girl in the world, but that she thought she had a big heart. She hoped this was the start of others in her community, and in Vancouver, realizing that she had a big heart.

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“Grace, this is amazing,” Svea couldn’t help but say astonishingly as she took yet another look around the giant room, decorated to the nines with flashing lights and impeccably dressed people chatting and drinking and dancing. Svea knew Grace would be busy throughout the night, so she wasn’t trying to hog her after their limousine ride together. But now that Svea got her alone, she had to verbalize it again, just like she did when she walked in. “Like, I don’t think you understand. It’s incredible.”

“Want to let me plan your wedding to Elias?” Grace winked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Oh shut up.”

“There she is!” the women both heart Elias yell. They turned around and saw him and Brock walking towards them, both with drinks in their hands. “Grace, this is so cool.”

“Thanks Petey. And thanks for donating your jersey.”

“Anything for you.”

Grace focused her attention on Brock. “Esther wants us to take a group photo with everyone before everyone leaves,” she said, and Brock nodded his head in agreement. She looked at Elias. “If I get everyone together right now, do you mind taking it?”

“Like I just said Grace, anything for you.”

***

Fatigued, physically and mentally exhausted, but still somehow feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins, Grace climbed into the limousine with Brock, Elias, and Svea at the end of the gala so they could go home. They dropped off Elias and Svea first, naturally, and Elias had to wake Svea up as she slept on his shoulder throughout the ride. It left Brock and Grace alone in the limousine together, hands clasped together as the driver drove through the streets of Vancouver.

“You did amazing tonight,” Brock mumbled, his voice low and full of sleepiness but still so direct and meaningful. “I love you so much, Grace.”

“I love you too, Brock.”

“When we have kids, I’m gonna let them know this was the night I knew you’d become my wife.”

Grace stiffened at Brock’s words, but he was too tired to notice – the small smirk on his face not disappearing despite anxiety – not adrenaline – now coursing through Grace’s veins. She thought about the implications of his words, how he just outright admitted that she was the one for him. She thought about her feelings for him, and if she felt the same. She did. But was it possible to still be apprehensive? She loved Brock with her whole heart. She’d never met anybody like him, and likely would never meet anyone like him again. She loved him too, with everything she had.

But then she thought about her parents.

Her parents were young and in love once too. Her parents were once obsessed with each other and madly in love. Her parents had decided to get married and have a child. Her parents had decided what Brock was laying out on the proverbial table – what Brock was so willing to give her – and look what happened. Things didn’t work out. Love didn’t work out. Love was complicated. They separated. Grace went to live with Eliza but didn’t like it because she missed dad. She told Hamish who told his lawyers. His lawyers brought it to the judge. Divorce proceedings started. Grace went to live with Hamish. Eliza demanded alimony for her lifestyle, to maintain it, if not to exceed it. Eliza demanded child support. Eliza demanded nannies, a multi-million dollar house, and expensive cars. Hamish would tell Grace her mother was selfish. Eliza would tell Grace how stingy her father was. Eliza would tell Grace how her father only wanted custody so he didn’t have to pay child support. Hamish told Grace Eliza only wanted child support and alimony so she could hire babysitters and nannies while she went to spas. A pawn while she was at her mom’s in Shaughnessy; a pawn while she was at her dad’s in West Point Grey. A pawn when dropped off at school at Crofton House. A pawn at the dance studio, her happiest place.

What if she and Brock turned out the same way?

***

“You okay?” Brock asked Grace.

Grace wasn’t there. She was somewhere else, in her mind, thinking about events long passed. “Your father’s the cheapest man I’ve ever met,” she could hear her mom say in the kitchen as she waited for her cereal before school at seven years old. “Cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap! He’s always been so much work to be with, your father. He refuses to get you a Range Rover – did you know that? Your dad wants you driven around in some…in some…I don’t know, some Toyota.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Grace said absent-mindedly, giving her pasta a few more twirls to make it seem like she’d eat it. “Will I still be able to go to dance?”

“Who knows?! Your father may even take that away from you too! It scares me, the things he’s taking away from you.”

“But I love dance.”

“Well then maybe you should stay with me. Daddy will pay me to take you to dance.”

***

“Your mother is a piece of work, let me tell you,” Hamish mumbled as he slapped his cellphone down on the counter. “She was always so much work to be with. Always so much work. Now she wants $60,000 a month in alimony. Alimony!”

“What’s alimony?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hamish said. “Have your teachers taught you yet what it means to be selfish?” he asked. Grace nodded her head. “Well your mother is selfish. One of the most selfish people in the world.”

“Grace? You coming to bed?” Brock’s voice was groggy as he stood in the doorway of the ensuite, his usually well-kept hair everywhere, his eyes sleepy.

“Yeah…yeah, sorry,” Grace apologized, getting up from her seated position on the toilet lid. “Sorry baby.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” she said, grabbing Brock’s hand and leading him back to bed.

“You’d tell me if it wasn’t right?” he asked softly as she cuddled up against him in bed.

“Of course,” she said, a nervous lump in her throat. “Of course.”

***

“Gracie…please tell me what’s wrong,” Brock said in a low voice as he tried to wrap his arms around her, only for her to flinch slightly and back away. That hurt him more than anything.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said unconvincingly.

“Yes it is—”

“Can we just drop it,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “We’re supposed to be on a date.”

***

“What’s the matter with you?” Elias asked, sick of seeing Brock so gloomy and moody the past several weeks. He’d noticed a change in him, and though Brock was usually very open about what he was feeling with him, he wasn’t this time, and Elias was…skeptical. Well, not skeptical – worried. This time, Brock had a girlfriend and was moody, and Elias didn’t know what to expect. “What’s going on?”

“Something’s wrong with Grace,” Brock revealed to Elias.

“What’s wrong?”

Brock shook his head. “She won’t tell me. But she…she zones out a lot, like she’s thinking about something…and it’s so intense that she doesn’t even hear me calling her.”

“What’s she thinking about?”

Brock shrugged. “She doesn’t tell me. She’ll never tell me.”

“Well when did it start?”

Brock thought about it. He really thought about it. He liked to think he was in tune with changes in Grace. “The gala.”

“The Parkinson’s Gala?” Elias clarified. Brock nodded his head. “Well, could it be about her dad?”

“It’s something more,” Brock was adamant. He knew she would be sad and would never be the same after her dad died. That was a given. No-one was ever the same after the death of a parent, so he didn’t blame her for that. “It’s…it’s something more.”

***

“Is everything okay with you?” Svea asked delicately as she and Grace were shopping at Holt Renfrew. Well – Grace was shopping at Holt Renfrew. Svea was basically just following her around, because it wasn’t like she could afford anything.

“I’m fine,” Grace said unconvincingly.

“Are you sure? Because you know you can talk to me if things aren’t okay.”

Grace took a deep breath in, trying to compose herself. Knowing what she knew about Svea’s parents and their love story, she doubted that Svea would be able to provide any…critical insight, so to speak. But Grace tried anyway. “How d’you know a guy is your soulmate, Svea?” she asked.

Svea was taken aback. It was quite the loaded question to lead with. “I’d say it’s when you can picture the rest of your life with them. At least that’s one aspect to it.”

“Can you picture the rest of your life with Elias?”

“Yes,” Svea answered automatically, because she could. It was as friends, sure, but she still pictured the rest of her life with him. “Can you picture the rest of your life with Brock?”

Grace paused. Her response wasn’t as quick or forthcoming. “Yes.”

“But?”

“But what?”

“There was a pause there,” Svea said. “But what?”

“But what if, like, things change?” Grace asked. “What if the love doesn’t last? What if it breaks down?”

“You mean like your parents?”

Grace didn’t want to glare at Svea – she really didn’t, because Svea was one of the sweetest people alive – but she did. She glared at her. “No,” she said forcefully, trying to cover.

“Love always lasts. True love always lasts. Look at Elias and I – I mean, we’ve loved each other our whole lives—”

“You and Elias won’t even hold hands or kiss each other,” Grace said angrily, unable to control her emotions at this point. “You won’t even admit you love him romantically. How the hell is that love?”

Svea just stared at Grace, unable to formulate words. Tears welled in her eyes too, and when Grace saw them get red, she hated herself even more. She hated herself already for making Brock worry, for not telling him the truth, for hiding things from him; now, she hated herself even more for making Svea emotional. “I’ve gotta go,” she said, leaving quickly, unable to look back at Svea as she left her in the middle of Holt Renfrew alone.

***

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong right now or I’m leaving,” Brock said sternly, his voice raised. Both of their voices had been for the last while now, since they were fighting. He looked at Grace as she stared back at him indignantly from across the kitchen. “We can’t have a relationship if we don’t communicate – if you don’t tell me what’s been bothering you.”

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“Is it something I did? Did I say something?”

“It’s not you.”

“Then what is it?”

“There’s nothing wr—”

“Tell me what’s wrong!”

Grace stayed silent. She could feel herself going red. She could feel the emotions in her bubble up. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. “Leave.”

Brock furrowed his brows. “Excuse me?”

“Leave my apartment now.”

Brock stood stoic in spot. “You don’t mean that—”

“LEAVE!” Grace screamed at the top of her lungs, taking every ounce of strength left in her to not cry.

They were in a standoff. Brock stood stoic. Grace stood stoic. Staring at each other, waiting for the other to move. Neither did for a while, waiting it out to see who would crack first. She didn’t mean it, Brock kept thinking. She doesn’t mean it. She doesn’t mean it. But with every second that passed, with every heave of Grace’s chest, with every moment of silence signaling her refusal to budge…

Brock cracked.

He picked up his keys, gave Grace one last look, and walked out the door.

***

It was a few agonizing, excruciating, unbearably lonely few weeks later when Brock received a phone call in the middle of the night. 2:38am. His phone’s ring blaring throughout his empty apartment.

“Hello?” his voice was groggy, tired, exhausted.

Silence.

“Hello?” he asked once more, louder this time. If it was any one of his teammates he’d knock them dead the next time he saw them – Petey especially.

The voice was small and defeated when it finally did speak, asking Brock the question, “What if we end up like my parents?”

Brock was wide awake now. He got up in bed dramatically, holding his phone against his ear so tightly that he could hear the charger fall out of the electrical socket. “Gracie,” the shock was evident in his voice.

“Will you come over?” she asked.

Brock threw the covers off his body dramatically. “I’m on my way right now,” he said. He’d drive his car in his slippers if he needed to.

“Be careful.”

“I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

***

“C’mere,” Brock said the millisecond Grace let him in, wrapping his arms around her and engulfing her into a hug as she clung to him like he’d float away and wrapped every limb she had around him. He’d made it to her apartment in record time, speeding through the streets of Vancouver to get to her. It was probably dangerous, but it wasn’t like there were other cars on the road at 2:45 in the morning. “Talk to me Gracie. Talk to me,” he urged as he felt her tears against his skin.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled into the crook of his neck. “I’m so—Brock, I was so bad. So bad.”

“Shhhhh shhhh shhhh, don’t,” Brock cooed. “Just tell me what’s wrong. What’s going on in your head, Grace?”

“Brock…” she began, swallowing her tears before continuing. She pulled away slightly so she could look him in the eye, wiping her own red ones with the palms of her hands. She knew she looked awful, but she also knew Brock didn’t give a shit. “I just miss him so much.”

“Your dad.”

Grace nodded quickly. “Every part of me misses him. But then I started to think about how awful he and my mom were during the divorce,” she explained. And to Brock, that said everything. Grace told him about it ever since they met – the general, the specific, the nitty-gritty details – and it was awful. To have that whirling around in her mind would have definitely affected her. It all made sense to him now. It all made sense, knowing she never wanted to go back to that. “And I got scared…I got so scared. I just kept remembering how bad it was. So on the night of the gala when you said—”

“So it was something that I said—”

“Nonononononono,” she vehemently shook her head, bringing her finger up to his lips to silence him. “No no no no no. I—Brock—I love you with every part of me too. But…but what if we end up like my parents? What if we fall out of love? What if it—what if it ends badly? What if we ended up hating each other? They’d always say things like it was so hard to be with one another and—”

“Is it hard to be with me?” Brock asked, not wanting her to go any further and knowing that at this point, he needed to intervene.

“NO! Never!” she exclaimed. She never wanted Brock to think that ever. She cradled his face in her hands. “Being with you feels natural. It feels like it was always supposed to be this way. It’s so easy. It’s so peaceful.”

“Then that’s how it’ll always be, a peaceful easy feeling,” Brock whispered. “What’s there to be scared about, baby?”

Grace shook her head, tearing up again. “Nothing when I’m with you.”

“We won’t end up like your parents because we’re not your parents,” he said. His words were so simple but they hit Grace like a ton of bricks. “We’re different people. I love you more than anything, and the thought of hating you—Grace—I—it’s never, never crossed my mind. I never could. You give me everything. Do I give you everything?”

She nodded. “Everything.”

“Then I’m gonna keep giving you everything. And I’ll do it till the end of time, Gracie. Because I love you. I can’t picture myself with anyone else. I can’t…I can’t picture going through pain with anyone else besides you.”

Brock’s words were loaded – she knew that. “I can’t picture going through pain with anyone else besides you.” Grace nodded. The sentiment was so serious, but so right. When she really thought about it, would she have wanted to experience this pain with anyone else besides Brock? No. He meant the world to her. And that’s how it was always going to be. “I’m so dumb,” she shook her head at herself.

“You’re not dumb. For what you went through, it’s a legitimate worry,” he reassured her. “But I promise you, I promise you, I’ll love you with everything I have and you’ll love me with everything you have, and we won’t end up like your parents.”

Grace was overcome with emotion. “I love you so much, Brock.”

“I love you too,” he leaned in to kiss her, once, twice, then again and again. When they stopped, he wrapped his arms around her body and lay down on her couch, bringing her body down with him. He wiggled out of his hoodie. Then he pushed her body down slightly, and that’s when Grace knew exactly what he was doing. She lay her head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Can you feel it?” he asked softly.

Grace nodded.

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Kathryn Merteuil, 24, bisexual, demiromantic, cisfemale, ENTJ Enneagram Type 3w2; model, heiress, socialite, entrepreneur is it just me, or is that literally Kathryn Merteuil from Cruel Intentions?

Do you think I relished the fact that I had to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I could be considered a lady? Fuck that. If I had been honest about myself before the age of politically-correct twitter, Mœurs would’ve never made it big. I was the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and I still wanted to kill myself. There's your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now drop the People Magazine, and let’s just do what we came here to do. I’m depressingly sober, and I wanna fuck. Tell me — are you in, or are you out?

full name: kathryn odette merteuil

birthday: 2 april 1995

signs: aries sun, cancer moon, leo rising

love language: quality time, physical touch

soundtrack: “ still sane ” by lorde ( alt: if u seek amy by britney spears )

Bio Points — addiction tw, drugs tw

born and raised in paris, france, kathryn is the daughter of xavier merteuil, chairman and CEO of a multinational luxury goods conglomerate, and as his only child, she is also the sole heir to the corporations. when the french billionaire married the a-list actress margaret simmons, attention stuck to them and never left. born to a life under the spotlight meant it followed kathryn around, too

kathryn’s parents were a mess and the press loved them. she was thirteen when her parents divorced. her mother got custody of her due to a minor allegation against xavier and his company — one of mommy’s brilliant plans, kathryn soon realized. after that, she went to live with her in new york, seeing her dad in paris from to time. not long after that, her mother remarried and suddenly, kathryn had a two new men in her life

kathryn has been modelling both couture and commercial ever since she was born. the media liked featuring the disaster couple, but they adored the little princess that charmed her way into everyone’s lives — the french sweetheart beloved by all

at 18, she started her own fashion empire, mœurs — a luxury brand that sold high end everything from accessories to lingerie. convinced that she held nothing but promise, her her father supported and funding it all the way. his only condition was that she get a business degree to solidify her hold on his corporations which she did

when kathryn was 14, she started to develop a not-so-loving relationship with drugs. she started with mj and eventually worked her way up until she owned a a little crucifix that doubled as a vial for coke and had it with her at all times

she hit rock bottom late last year. drug scandals, celebrity drama, twitter stans and haters — all that stuff. it was a mess, and everyone loved seeing how the kathryn merteuil fell from her gilded throne. as punishment, her parents made her take a break from new york, so she ended up in shermer. her inheritance, her contract with her modeling agency, and her time in the spotlight was all put on hold. she had to recover and get on the wagon. now she’s trying to clean up her act, still somewhat torn whether or not she’s doing it for show or for real this time

Personality

actually a smortie — kathryn’s got p big brains ok, she just never bothered to showcase it in school or wtvr bc she don’t need it; she hot n rich. she kinda has some principled views on things, but they’re also shoved in the dark and end up twisted because of what she wants to preserve n achieve. her love for how people see her superceded all that wordy brainy jazz. so long as they know she’s pretty and business smart, she was golden

image-obsessed as sheet — the list of things kathryn wouldn’t do for the sake of preserving her name is barely a list. she did everything she could since ‘95, and then it all went to shit. still, she remains as charismatic and strong-willed as ever. things may have fucked up, but she’s still confident in herself. it’s other people that’s shitty, not her

manipulative as phuck — she doesn’t care how she gets there or who she hurts, she has to get there. makes sense bc she doesn’t handle emotions well at all. kathryn has slept, lied, and, twisted her way to get what she wants, and she always got away with it. the pretty rich girl always does in her world

Possible Connections

the pop culture savvy — it’d be cool to see someone sorta fangirl about her. good way or bad way, but just someone who has kind of actually Knows Her yknow ? do they love her mom who has been in a bunch of diff genre films but were gr9 ? do they hate her father but love his brands ? do they think she’s a crazy hottie or a business icon ? do they love her and stan all that she is and about ? come @ me, boiz n gals n nb palz

kathryn who now ? — opposite of the first one, basically. someone who rlly dk who she is. “ u look familiar but i cant put my finger on it ” typa shit thatd make kathryn go a lil bitch wtf but idk maybe they wanna know her and it strokes kathryn’s ego to talk abt the good shit abt herself or wtvr ? i aint sure but lets discuss

lil’ devil — mayhaps someone who is sorta urging them to hop off the wagon ? sleep around again, manipulate people, flip off the press ? idk just smth !

savior complex personified — basically someone who thinks they can right all that’s wrong w her. romanticized her to the nth degree and just wants to love her woes away

Established Connections

step-brother, sebastian valmont — tbd soon, but they a mess, wbk

( a lotta holes here im not ecstatic abt it but thnx for reading, ya sweets. again, this what i get for birthing twins. as always, i’m open to anything ! just drop an IM or hit dat like & ill slide in ur dmz w love & plots & rainbows x )

( also ! she’s supposed to be really popular, think kardashian-jenner goes thru britney’s 2007, so if you would be so kind as to have your muse play along and at least recognize her unless they rlly dont follow pop culture, i would be ur bitch. tysmily )

#shermerintro #km

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DBH part 29

While the kids had fun, the grown ups talked with under eachother over random stuff. Some ladies about their news purchases, the guys about their cars and what not.One of those kids ran to their parents complaining to go back home bc he finds it boring. E, who was talking to the kid's dad, kept his composition and left them alone for a bit. He started to hate the idea of coming here. None of the younger guests seem to enjoy eachothers company if they werent from the same social ladder. And that made him feel bad for his son. But after some back and forth wirh C he tries not to worry too much about if for the time being.

N all the while was talking to some of the lady guests and they seemed to get along. Then again N would just boast over her usless nonsense like always, so i dont really have anything for her to do more or less.

After some time a fight broke out between one of the rich kids and Se's normal friends. Nothing drastic, just some quarrel over some popular game or stuff like that. The big wig parents defent their own bastards while S tries her best to calm down the group. E came to her rescue and not long after that some of those parents left to not offend E after this whole ordeal.After the partyN & J drive the kiddos back home and talked about things they heard at the party. They got to know that Lo's dad was not allowed to see his son unless they got someone with the kid.

They feel bad for him but hope that he will be alright for his & Na's sake. They had gotten pretty close as of late and the others seem to be fine with him too. Maybe they could get Bu to become freinds with them in the future as well. Thats was N's wish at least.

Back at a certain lab roomSpeaking of which. Bu sat at the usual table as he did the last few months. None of the testings they went through made any progress. He just wants out. The boy had enough of this program but the only way he could get out was to do these tests. To which he completely failed. Even if he tried to cheat, he still gets back to his old ways and does the opposite the doctors want him to do.

Bu was aware that he could just pretend to do his best but somehow they always knew when he was faking it. Some of the lther residence in the lab learned to stay clear from him if they wanted to have a shot to go back home. So he had no friends (lackeys), or sister to make his plans work.

And thats what frustrated him. His plans wont come to fruition if he has to do things by himslef. So he had to wait for the perfect time to escape by himself.

#alternative ending #better ending #billionaire heiress #chance #divorced billionaire heiress #dbh #eric #eric ferguson

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Top 10 Richest Women in The World 2022

Françoise Bettencourt Meyers, Liliane Bettencourt’s only daughter is leading this list with holding the first place of being the richest women in the world with a net worth of $81.5 Billion (Rupees – 6,14,921. Alice Walton heiress to Walmart’s riches comes in second with a net worth of $64.3 Billion (Rupees – 4,85,146 crores).With a net worth of $54.6 Billion (Rupees – 4,11,740 crores), MacKenzie Scott having a 4% interest in Amazon.

Here is the list of the 10 richest women in the world.

List of Richest Women in The World

1. Françoise Bettencourt Meyers & Family

NET WORTH: $81.5 BILLION

AGE: 67

IDENTIFIED AS: CHAIRWOMAN, L’ORÉAL

CITIZENSHIP: FRANCE

Françoise Bettencourt Meyers is the world’s richest woman and a French billionaire heiress.

Liliane Bettencourt’s only daughter and heir are her.

2. Alice Walton

NET WORTH: $64.3 BILLION

AGE: 71

IDENTIFIED AS: HEIRESS, WALTON FAMILY FORTUNE

CITIZENSHIP: UNITED STATES

Alice Louise Walton is the heiress to Walmart’s riches in the United States.

She had nearly $11 billion in Walmart stock as of September 2016.

3. MacKenzie Scott

NET WORTH: $54.6 BILLION

AGE: 50

IDENTIFIED AS: OWING TO A 4% STAKE IN AMAZON

CITIZENSHIP: UNITED STATES

MacKenzie Scott is an author and philanthropist from the United States.

After her divorce from Amazon founder and former CEO Jeff Bezos, she has a net worth of $54.6 billion as of May 29, 2021, thanks to a 4% interest in Amazon.

She is well-known for her role in the establishment and growth of Amazon, as well as her now-divorced marriage to Jeff Bezos.

4. Julia Koch & Family

NET WORTH: $51.5 BILLION

AGE: 58

IDENTIFIED AS: PRESIDENT OF DAVID H. KOCH FOUNDATION

CITIZENSHIP: UNITED STATES

Julia Margaret Flesher Koch is an American socialite, philanthropist, and one of the richest women in the world.

Her fortune was left to her by her late husband, David Koch, who died in 2019.

Forbes estimates her and her family’s net worth to be $43 billion in January 2020.

5. Miriam Adelson

NET WORTH: $29.1 BILLION

AGE: 75

IDENTIFIED AS: PUBLISHER OF THE NEWSPAPER ISRAEL HAYOM

CITIZENSHIP: SOUTH AFRICA (1971-CURRENT), UNITED STATES (2000-CURRENT), CANADA (1971-CURRENT)

Miriam Adelson is a richest women in the world Israeli-American physician.

She became a donor to conservative political groups in the United States and Israel after her 1991 marriage to American business billionaire Sheldon Adelson.

She is the current publisher of the Israel Hayom newspaper.

6. Jacqueline Mars

NET WORTH: $30.9 BILLION

AGE: 81

IDENTIFIED AS: DAUGHTER OF AUDREY RUTH (MEYER) AND FORREST MARS, SR., AND GRANDDAUGHTER OF FRANK C. MARS, FOUNDERS OF THE AMERICAN CANDY COMPANY MARS, INCORPORATED

CITIZENSHIP: UNITED STATES

Jacqueline Mars is a businesswoman and heiress from the United States.

She is the granddaughter of Frank C. Mars and the daughter of Audrey Ruth (Meyer) and Forrest Mars, Sr., the founders of the American confectionery business Mars, Incorporated.

Jacqueline Mars was rated the 48th richest person in the world by Bloomberg Billionaires Index in April 2021, with a net worth of US$43.4 billion.

7. Yang Huiyan & Family

NET WORTH: $27.9 BILLION

AGE: 39

IDENTIFIED AS: MAJORITY SHAREHOLDER (55%), COUNTRY GARDEN HOLDINGS

CITIZENSHIP: CHINA

Yang Huiyan is a Chinese-born property developer and richest women in the world.

She became a Cypriot citizen in 2018 and is the primary stakeholder of Country Garden Holdings, which her father Yang Guoqiang primarily handed to her in 2007.

She is Asia’s richest women in the world.

Yang Guoqiang, her father, founded the real estate business Country Garden in 1997 and gave her 70 percent of the company’s shares before its IPO in 2007.

8. Susanne Klatten

NET WORTH: $28.7 BILLION

AGE: 57

IDENTIFIED AS: HOLDINGS IN ALTANA AND BMW; RICHEST WOMAN IN GERMANY

CITIZENSHIP: GERMANY

Susanne Hanna Ursula Klatten, the daughter of Herbert and Johanna Quandt, is a German richest women in the world.

According to the Bloomberg Billionaires Index, her net worth was projected to be US$25.5 billion in May 2021, making her the richest woman in Germany.

9. Gina Rinehart

NET WORTH: $22.7 BILLION

AGE: 68

IDENTIFIED AS: EXECUTIVE CHAIRMAN OF HANCOCK PROSPECTING

CITIZENSHIP: AUSTRALIA

Georgina Hope is a fictional character. “Gina” Rinehart is a mining tycoon and heiress from Australia richest women in the world.

Rinehart is the Executive Chairman of Hancock Prospecting, which was founded by her father, Lang Hancock, and is a privately held mineral exploration and extraction business.

10. Iris Fontbona & Family

NET WORTH: $20.3 BILLION

AGE: 78

IDENTIFIED AS: MINING MAGNATE, MEDIA PROPRIETOR, PHILANTHROPIST

CITIZENSHIP: CHILE

Iris Balbina Fontbona González is a Chilean mining tycoon, media mogul, and richest women in the world who is the widow of Antofagasta PLC founder Andrónico Luksic Abaroa.

She is Chile’s wealthiest person, Latin America’s fifth wealthiest person, the eighth richest women in the world, and the world’s 91st richest women in the world

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Inside Brooklyn Beckham And Nicola Peltz's £3m Celeb Wedding Of The Year

Brooklyn Beckham and Nicola Peltz at the Met Gala last year

This weekend sees the Celebrity Wedding Of The Year take place, when British celebrity meets Miami society as Brooklyn Beckham marries American billionaire heiress Nicola Peltz.

Brooklyn, 23, the eldest child of David and Victoria Beckham, popped the question to the 27-year-old Bates Motel actor with a £350,000 diamond ring back in July 2020.

Since then, the loved-up couple have been keeping everyone entertained/amused/bemused/cringing (*delete as applicable) with their almost-daily PDAs on Instagram.

So, apart from a load more gushing IG posts, what else can we expect from the seriously lavish big day?

The couple’s big day is reported to be costing a cool £3 million

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Small change for Nicola’s dad Nelson Peltz, who is worth upwards of £1.3 billion (dwarfing the Beckhams’ paltry £380m), so we doubt there will be a prawn ring or vol-au-vent in sight.

The wedding venue is HUGE

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The couple’s bash will take place at Nicola’s $76 million, 44,000 sq ft oceanfront family home in Palm Beach, Florida, known as “Montsorrel”. Huge marquees have been set up in the grounds ahead of Saturday’s bash.

The palatial home isn’t just the perfect wedding backdrop, it’s also gloriously extra

An albino peacock (pavo cristatus). Lovely.

As well as the standard swimming pool and sprawling gardens, a flock of albino peacocks also roam the grounds.

The wedding will follow Jewish customs

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The couple confirmed in a video for Vogue that it will be a Jewish wedding, with Brooklyn revealing: “I’m wearing a yarmulke.”

The couple have already reportedly signed a prenuptial agreement

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The prenup stipulates that they will each retain their own assets and properties should they divorce, according to reports.

Security will be tiiiiight

Guards will be patrolling the estate with German Shepherd guard dogs.

Guests at the lavish event will have to adhere to some strict rules

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The couple have reportedly banned the taking pictures or using of social media throughout the day, which might have something to do with the rumoured megabucks deal with Vogue magazine.

The fashion bible has nabbed exclusive rights to the first pictures of the bride and groom.

Nicola won’t be wearing any Victoria Beckham designs on her big day

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Instead she’s opted for a selection of Valentino gowns. Speaking to CR Fashion Handbook, Nicola revealed how she and celeb stylist Leslie Fremar had been to Rome twice to work closely with Valentino’s Pierpaolo Piccioli to create her bridal looks.

Nicola’s bridal gown(s) might be a closely guarded secret, but a certain guest has already revealed what he’ll be wearing

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David Beckham gave a sneak peak of his wedding suit on Instagram.

Nicola admits she is “terrified about the first dance”

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“I can’t dance,” Nicola confessed to Vogue, only for Brooklyn to pull a face and insist: “I’m gonna kill that.”

Brooklyn’s younger siblings all have key roles on the big day

(L-R) Romeo Beckham, Brooklyn Beckham, Cruz Beckham, Harper Seven Beckham

Romeo and Cruz will be best men, while sister Harper will be a bridesmaid.

As will his famous dad…

David Beckham and Brooklyn Beckham.

David Beckham will be Master of Ceremonies and is expected to give a short speech.

Nicola’s family will also play important roles

Nicola Peltz with her brother Brad.

She has picked her maternal grandma, or “Naunnie”, as Maid of Honour, and her ice-hockey player brother Brad, 32, as “Man of Honour”.

The guest list is, as you’d expect, pretty A-list

Brooklyn Beckham pictured with Gordon Ramsay in 2019.

TV chef Gordon Ramsay, Desperate Housewives star Eva Longoria, fashion designer Nicole Ritchie, Madonna’s son Rocco Ritchie, former footballer Phil Neville, American football legend Tom Brady and his wife supermodel Gisele Bündchen are among the celebs expected to attend.

However, Brooklyn’s godfather Elton John will be a no-show

(L to R) David Furnish, Victoria Beckham and Brooklyn Beckham.

Sir Elton can’t make it due to the rescheduling of his Yellow Brick Road tour, but his husband David Furnish (pictured above with Brooklyn and his mum Victoria) will be, as will the aspiring chef’s other godfather, Dave Gardner.

And all five Spice Girls are expected to reunite for the big day

Victoria Beckham, Mel C, Geri Halliwell, Emma Bunton and Mel B from The Spice Girls (Photo by Sylvia Linares/FilmMagic)

Could Victoria finally be convinced to join Mel B, Geri, Emma and Mel C on stage for a special wedding day Spice Girls reunion? We have everything crossed.

And the DJ is pretty special too

Snoop Dogg AKA DJ Snoopadelic

Rapper Snoop Dogg, AKA DJ Snoopadelic, will be manning the decks.

“David has been my boy for over ten years,” said the rapper. “And I am tight with his family. Brooklyn’s wedding is going to be a big affair and my gift to him and his wife-to-be is I will come down and do a set for them on their big day.”

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Background[edit]

Her father, Canadian billionaire Edgar Bronfman, Sr., met her mother, Rita Webb, the daughter of an English pub owner from Essex, England, in Marbella, Spain.[1][2]Webb changed her first name to Georgiana and married Bronfman in 1975, two years after his divorce from his first wife, investment-banking heiress Ann Loeb.[3] Webb gave birth to Sara the following year, then Clare two and a half years later.[1]

Shortly after Clare's birth, Georgiana asked Edgar for a divorce. After Edgar married again in 1980, then was again divorced, the two sisters visited their father at his homes outside Charlottesville, Virginia; in Westchester County; at Sun Valley; and on Fifth Avenue in New York City, though their lives were centered in England and in Kenya, with their mother.[1][4]

Work in Libya[edit]

Sara Bronfman first became involved in aiding Libya after traveling as a delegate with the Independent Libya Foundation in November 2011, during the Arab Spring and after the death of Muammar Gaddafi. The delegation was headed by president and founder Basit Iglet (whom she would later marry) and consisted of multiple humanitarian experts, including Adam Hock and Joseph Hagin. They toured post-Gaddafi Libya and presented their "multi-phase re-integration program," which was accepted by the local authorities of Benghazi, who were appointed by the Libyan National Transitional Council.

She has been involved with the U.S.-Libya Chamber of Commerce since its founding in November 2011 with the purpose of developing viable economic links between American and Libyan enterprises. The chamber announced that Sara, who was then a member on the board, would be the new president after the conclusion of a vote conducted by the organizations board members on February 20, 2012. The announcement occurred after Adam Hock resigned as president and board member to pursue private ventures within the country. In a press release Sara stated "as I am able to devote my efforts to the development of the Chamber to support bilateral trade between Libya and the United States, it is a privilege to take on this significant role as the President of the US-Libya Chamber of Commerce."[5] In an interview with the National Journal, Bronfman stated that the situation in Libya provides an opportunity for the State Department to change their tactics, and "rather than enforcing our ways on them, we need to understand their ways, learn from them and discover which of our country’s many strengths we can (use to) best support them."[6]

Sara Bronfman is also involved with the Canada-Libya Chamber of Commerce, which was founded on March 12, 2012. Bronfman and husband Basit Igtet are the inaugural president and chairman of the board respectively. Positioned to provide help and advice to the people of Libya, the Chamber of Commerce discourage continued business with groups such as SNC-Lavalin, who allegedly did business with the Gadaffi regime.[7] The group is one of several working to restore the economy in the region.

Involvement in NXIVM[edit]

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At the age of 25, Sara was introduced to NXIVM by a family friend. NXIVM is a multi-level marketing organization founded by Keith Raniere that claims to help individuals achieve self-discovery, offering personal and professional development seminars, but is sometimes referred to as a cult. According to the family friend, Sara was "desperately looking for some purpose in her life. And she found it at NXIVM." " Sara has described herself, prior to discovering NXIVM, as “dilettantish.”[8] After her introduction to NXIVM, Sara urged Clare, then 23, to become involved. This time, Clare was passionately committed to her equestrian career—she was a competitive jumper, trained horses, and owned her own company, Slate River Farm, but was described as being "a bit withdrawn and certainly the type to stay in and read while everyone else goes out."[1][4] After attending the first sessions at the NXIVM branch in Monterrey, Mexico in 2004, Clare's trainer and classmates stated that Clare had changed and had become more open.

Sara and Clare became committed followers of NXIVM and of its leader, Keith Raniere, relocating to upstate New York to work as NXIVM trainers.[9]

“As Sara would later explain on her blog,” wrote Suzanna Andrews in a profile of the sisters for Vanity Fair, “she was 'in search of finding ways to bring peace to the world.' According to [a] family friend, who put it more prosaically, she was desperately looking for some purpose in her life. And she found it at NXIVM.”[10]

Sara began working with Raniere's company Executive Success Programs, Inc. (ESP) and its “proprietary technology” Rational Inquiry™, which had been created by Raniere.

According to one source, “She founded the company's VIP Programs, which provide distinguished individuals with special training and coaching. These programs[,] facilitated by the company's President Nancy Salzman, were responsible for launching ESP into the British and Irish markets in 2005.” Soon Sara Bronfman was on the Executive Board of ESP and had become “Director of Humanities, Regional Vice President, Professional Coach and Head Trainer.”[11]

Non-Profit Work[edit]

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Sara, along with her sister, Clare Bronfman, formed a non-profit organization called the Ethical Humanitarian Foundation after being "conceptualized" by Keith Raniere in 2007. She, Clare and Keith Raniere also established a non-profit organization called the World Ethical Foundations Consortium. Sara is listed as a Trustee of the organization.[12][13][13] The group claims that its goal is to move humanity "towards a more noble civilization" by adopting a "humanity first foundation".[14] As part of their involvement in WEFC, Sara and Clare were credited with being able to bring the Dalai Lama to Albany to participate in the WEFC's inaugural event on May 6, 2009.[4][15] Sara had long been eager to meet the Dalai Lama. “She wanted the Dalai Lama to be her friend,” wrote Maureen Tkacik in a New York Observer profile of the sisters. “She had been obsessed with him for two and a half years.”[8] “I was literally in my bedroom one day listening to his tapes and thought to myself, ‘Wow, this guy is amazing!’” Sara explained in a radio interview the day before the Tibetan spiritual leader arrived in Albany.[8]

Sara Bronfman has been described as being “determined to stay true to her philanthropic roots” and as being “[i]nspired by the humanitarian and philanthropic endeavors of her father and late Grandfather, Edgar M. Bronfman, and Samuel Bronfman, Ms. Bronfman has been seeking to pursue the family tradition in ways that will truly benefit humanity. She views her work with ESP as a way of further developing herself personally and professionally, and as a means by which to inspire people and families such as her own to invest both themselves and their resources ethically.”[11]

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Sara is a VIP Liaison with A Cappella Innovations, a non-profit organisation whose goal is to share the joy and enlightenment that comes from singing. The organisation hosted several events at the EGG performing arts center in Albany, New York, in 2008. These events included performances by Blake Lewis, Allison Mack, and Fork.

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In 2009, the Special Olympic games were held in Boise, Idaho, 85 nations were to be in attendance with over 3000 athletes competing in seven Olympic type sports. The event was to be attended by several dignitaries, including the Dalai Lama.[16]

On January 7, however, just a month before the games were set to begin, the Dalai Lama canceled under unclear circumstances. Two weeks later, on January 21, Sara Bronfman who had heard rumors that the invitation to the Dalai Lama had been withdrawn, wrote a letter to the Idaho Mountain Express, a local Blaine County newspaper, demanding that the Special Olympics board explain the cancellation. She stated that she would formally resign as an honorary board member of the Special Olympics if it turned out that the Dalai Lama had been dis-invited by no fault of his own. She would do so, she said "not as a stand against the Special Olympics, but rather as a stand for the values she hoped to uphold when she chose to support the organization".[17] While the media drew no formal conclusion, official statements were made by both the Special Olympics Organizing Committee, which claimed that the Dalai Lama had turned down their invitation, and the Office of Tibet, which claimed that the organizers tried to appease Chinese opposition by rescheduling his visit to a date on which it would be impossible for him to attend.[18]

Personal life[edit]

She is married to Libyan Muslim businessman Basit Igtet; they have one daughter.[19] She was also Lama Tenzin Dhonden's lover, the "Dalai Lama's gatekeeper," which came to light amidst a corruption scandal involving the latter's taking money for access to the Dalai Lama.[20]

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The Top 5 Wealthiest Women in the World Today

In the Forbes 2021 world billionaires list, there are 328 women, indicating a 36% increase compared to last year. These women come from various industries and different parts of the world. Here are the top 5 wealthiest women in the world and their net worth.

1. Francoise Bettencourt Meyers and family After her mother died in 2017, Francoise inherited the giant cosmetic company L’Oreal. The 67-year-old has served on the company’s board since 1997. According to https://financesonline.com/top-10-richest-women-in-the-world/, despite being the heiress to the giant skincare products company, the France citizen is also an accomplished author of Greek mythology works and literature. Bettencourt Meyers has a net worth of $73.6 billion.

2. Alice Walton Despite losing her spot as the world’s richest woman to Meyers, the only daughter of the Walmart founder, Sam Walton, still managed to gain over $7 billion thanks to free delivery, which led to a 69% boost in online sales. In 2011, the 71-year-old opened the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art in Bentonville, Arkansas. Her net worth stands at $61.8 billion.

3. Mackenzie Scott After her marriage to the Amazon founder Jeff Bezos ended in 2019, the 50-year-old donated almost $6 billion to 500 nonprofit groups across the United States by July 2020. According to https://cpp-luxury.com/top-10-richest-women-in-the-world-2021/, Scott received a 4% stake in the Amazon company as part of their divorce settlement. Mackenzie remarried Dan Jewett, a science teacher who joined her in the wealth giveaway pledge. She has a net worth of $53 billion.

4. Julia Flesher Koch and family After the death of her husband David Koch in 2019, Julia Koch and her three children inherited 42% of the family business. Last year, Koch Industries were the largest private company in America. The 58-year-old plays an essential role in the company’s board of directors. She has a net worth of $46.4 billion.

5. Miriam Adelson Miriam took over 56% stake of Las Vegas Sands casino operator after her husband, Sheldon Adelson, passed on in January 2021 at the age of 87. As a result of the ongoing covid-19 pandemic, the company recorded a net loss of $1.69 billion last year—lockdowns led to the closure of two Las Vegas casinos and resorts. The 75-year-old has a net worth of $38.2 billion.

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Everyone Loves Anna Shay, ‘Bling Empire’s Uber-Rich, Unbothered Queen

If you’ve binged Bling Empire already, then you’ll agree that Anna Shay is easily the most iconic person on the show.

For those who might not be up to speed with who Anna Shay is or even the phenomenon that is , let me get you up to speed: Bling Empire is an eight-part reality series that follows the lifestyles of the wealthy Asian elites residing in Los Angeles. To make sense of it, your best off thinking of the series as the reality TV version of Crazy Rich Asians, Selling Sunset on steroids, and absolutely everything Real Housewives wishes it was.

Amongst the cast is an array of Asian and Asian-American socialites who have each come into wealth in their own ways. For example, new money Christine Chiu is married to a popular plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills, who just so happens to be a direct descendant of the Song dynasty, too. Meanwhile, Kane Lim is the son of Singaporean billionaires, who beyond being in the real estate, shipping and oil sectors, also “own the shopping malls you go into in South East Asia”.

For some balance, model Kevin Taejin Kreider is thrown into the mix to act as the everyman, who lives in a share house while his millionaire and billionaire friends casually drop $19,000 on hotel rooms. But then there is Anna Shay — the oldest, wisest, and, most importantly, the richest member of the cast, who is wildly entertaining without even trying.

Whether it’s her whizzing off to Paris because she feels like dining at her favourite restaurant, or having penis pumps laying around her house be the only cause for her drama-fuelled storylines, Anna Shay is everything I want to be when I grow up.

But what exactly makes Anna Shay so iconic? Let’s dissect.

2020 brought us Joe Exotic. 2021 has gifted us with Anna Shay.

It is now clear to me 2021 is going to be amazing. #blingempire pic.twitter.com/rlRakjxvXM

— Kim Ber (@indiekimmy) January 18, 2021

Who Is Anna Shay And How Is She SO Rich?

Anna Shay is one of the main cast members on Bling Empire, and, by a significant amount, the most wealthy of the group.

The 60-year-old is American, Japanese and Russian, and the child of billionaires, Edward Shay and Ai-San Shay. Her parents found their wealth in arms trade, with their company being later sold in 2006 for $1.2 billion in cold, hard cash.

Kane, a cast member on the show who is also the child of billionaires, described Anna as “super, super-wealthy” as “her money comes from weapons [with] her father selling bombs, guns, and defence technology [that’s] worth, like, a few billion”.

after watching episode 1 of bling empire i’ve decided Anna Shay is who i want to be when i grow up

— sexually active shut-in (@emoveganslut) January 15, 2021

Watching #blingempire I now realise that my ideal career is “daughter of an arms dealer”.

— Camilla Blackett (@camillard) January 18, 2021

Specifically, Edward Shay founded, and created his billion dollar fortune through, Pacific Architects and Engineers (PAE) in 1955, which is described as an “architectural and engineering firm [that assisted] the US government effort to rebuild Asia in the wake of WWII”.

After his death in 1995, Anna and her sibling inherited their father’s shares and sold them off to Lockheed Martin in 2006 in an all-cash deal. This means Anna Shay’s personal net worth sits around the $600 million mark, which is about $400 million more than the second-richest star on the show, denim empire heiress and the woman with the placenta Anna wanted, Cherie Chan.

While Anna is not currently married, she’s been divorced four times (iconic) and has one son in Kenny Kemp, a 27-year-old with a $500,000 collection of glass bongs (also, very iconic). Icons breed icons, clearly.

Why Is Anna Shay So Damn Iconic?

I just wanna say: I C O N I C#blingempire #blingempirenetflix #annashay pic.twitter.com/jRPeEQz3I7

— Lady Trashington (@BigFabi_) January 18, 2021

When we first meet Anna Shay on Bling Empire, she is literally dressed in a ballgown and throwing a sledgehammer at her walk-in closet wall. But actions like this aren’t even a one-off — this chaotic introduction is basically the exact energy Anna Shay exudes throughout the rest of the series, too.

If Anna Shay is one thing beyond being crazy rich, it’s being impressively unbothered about quite literally everything. Not once throughout Bling Empire does Anna ever seem troubled by the events happening around her — even when Kim Lee and Guy Tang snoop through her home and throw her penis pump out the window.

The simple fact is Anna is so rich, so well-off, and so comfortable with her life that she doesn’t care what people think or do around her. For example, a huge storyline in Bling Empire is Anna’s “feud” with Christine, who seems adamant on proving she’s better than Anna for the entire season.

Christine wears certain jewellery in an attempt to get a rise out of Anna, which fails. Christine tries to flex that she stays in a certain presidential suite when she’s in Paris, but Anna doesn’t care. Instead of giving Christine any of the reaction she wants, Anna simply calmly says in her confessional that “she cannot compete with what I was born into”.

I mean, think about when, at her own dinner party when Christine is being annoying as hell, Anna simply moves her to the end of the table because she just can’t be fucked speaking to her or dealing with her drama. Iconic.

“She can never compete with what I was born into”….This is what you call classy wealthy shade

. Love her… Anna Shay is fast becoming a fav of mine and I’m only on episode 2

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— Ms_LVW (@Vonn69) January 18, 2021

But beyond being an unbothered queen, Anna Shay is also extremely generous, a great friend to everyone on the show, and always delivers the best one-liners.

Take, when it’s her friend Kelly Mi Li’s birthday, and Anna flies Kelly and her shitty boyfriend, Andrew, to Paris (first class, of course) just to eat at her favourite restaurant, for example.

While in Paris, as Andrew sleeps off his jet lag, Anna takes Kelly out to buy her a friendship ring for her birthday, which causes drama. Andrew, who is basically just verbally abusing Kelly via speaker phone, ends up calling Kelly and berates her for leaving him as he slept.

In response, Anna constantly tells Kelly she deserves better, and just puts it bluntly for everyone at home who may be in a similar situation: “There ain’t no dick that good”.

Forget Emily in Paris, I want Anna in Paris. #BlingEmpire pic.twitter.com/yTYeO85s0E

— Sophie Vershbow (@svershbow) January 18, 2021

And just like that: Anna Shay became reality TV gold.

#BlingEmpire pic.twitter.com/0rpehfQ0JR

— Angel Huracha (@AngelHuracha) January 15, 2021

Anna also buys Kevin a new wardrobe without a second thought, dishes out helpful advice only a 60-year-old daughter of an arms dealer can, and doesn’t even raise her voice when Kim and Guy disrespect her after she opens her home to them for a spa day.

Instead, Anna simply expresses her disappointment in them and continues on her merry, unbothered, rich way. As she should.

Is Anna Shay Really That Iconic In Real-Life?

Simply put, yes. Anna Shay seems to be exactly who she is on camera in real-life.

After Bling Empire started booming, Oprah Mag interviewed the star and Anna’s responses only worked to solidify her icon status. For example, when asked about what she did with her Netflix cheques from Bling Empire, Anna shared she was “confused” by the whole thing so she never even cashed them. Goals.

“It was so confusing when I got the checks. I didn’t know what to do with them. I didn’t cash them, then I got in trouble for not cashing them,” Anna shared in her interview. “I have them in a savings account. I’d like to have a party some time. I don’t think the money belongs to me. I think it belongs to the crew that had to put up with me.”

As Anna said herself on Bling Empire, her father never wanted her to have to work, which explains why she was so confused about the concept of working and getting paid for that work. Again, goals.

Anna from #BlingEmpire is my new fav reality star pic.twitter.com/UmEOFtAM4o

— Melissa Stetten (@MelissaStetten) January 17, 2021

In the same interview, Anna was asked about Crazy Rich Asians and the ways in which her upbringing was similar, but she shared that while she hasn’t seen the film, she acknowledges her privilege.

“I didn’t watch it. I was going to say, ‘I live it’ but I thought that would be too snobbish,” she continued. “In the world I was raised in, ‘crazy’ is not a good word to put next to the lifestyle I was born into. I didn’t do anything except be born. My mother said, ‘You were born in a crystal ball with a silver spoon.’”

But it’s the answers like this that makes Anna Shay so likeable despite her ridiculous amounts of money. She knows she’s wealthy, and owns it, yet it’s not her entire personality. I mean, that and her clear, but classy, distaste for Christine, of course.

All in favour of skipping Anna Shay’s house when we eventually eat the rich, say I.

You can stream ‘Bling Empire’ on Netflix now.

Michelle Rennex is a senior writer at Junkee. She tweets at @michellerennex.

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