Betty Idol Net Worth Novels & Stories

What would she do then? " Of course you will never admit, '' Betty slammed her hand on the table, her browns pulling together. Her only concern was that Noah was richer and if the rumor turned out to be true, Elisa would live a better life than her and she wasn't willing to lose to her. Betty was a smart girl and looking at Elisa, she knew she didn't create any of these lies. She knew Elisa wouldn't do any of these but what if whoever did this was right? Elisa wasn't bad looking, she was unfortunately beautiful.

Seeing that they remained silent, Benjamin spoke up, "Mom and Dad, we are a family. Don't hide anything from us. Isabella is right. Last time, nothing happened to her, but what about the next time? Who knows, it could be one of us." With a moment of silence, Betty slowly spoke, "Have you heard of the Jones family?" The young ones shook their heads in unison. Caleb sneered, "That small company? They wouldn't know." Betty began to tell the story, "Back when I was starting out, I had a fan named Dave Jones. He was the CEO of a small company. He had liked me since the beginning, and I always believed that there was a distance between idols and fans. It was only later that I found out he was alre

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

Jessica immediately walked towards Mr. Joyce. Likewise with William. He immediately asked the reason he was crying. “Dad, what made you cry?” He asked, noticing the look in his father's eyes that continued to stare at the photo he was holding. “I only remember Mr. Wilson's kindness. He once gave me three million dollars to build a company. It turns out that now I have met his biological child. I am happy! Thank you, Jessica, I will consider you as my biological child, now you come to live with me and just empty your house!” said Mr. Joyce, wiping his tears.

He watched her, without saying anything, but then there was no need for him to do so; he had already guessed the real purpose of her visit to the office. "If you could, for instance, see your way to…putting a certain sum of money at my disposal, I am sure we can come to some mutually beneficial agreement over Sapphire’s future. I am thinking in terms of, say…" She paused and gave another small shrug. "Well, let us say, for instance, three million dollars. That is hardly anything to you, Benjamin. You are a very, very wealthy man" "You want to sell me your granddaughter, is that what you are saying?" Benjamin asked coldly

Betta honestly said about this. Betty seemed to have thought about it for a while, finally she blurted out her heart. "You're right, whoever becomes the master's wife and children has a good destiny. I envy them but I realize that is a bad thing." Baby, who is now the boss's girlfriend, thinks that she is also lucky because with her status as the man's girlfriend, she can ask Dollan for anything but she realizes that it is not her. She is not the type of girl who takes advantage of her boyfriend's finances and power.

A far look from the picture Eagle gives me. Elizabeth Del Canor, known as Betty, is 22 years old and a full-time scholar graduating this year with magna cum laude honors. Her parents work as farm laborers, and they face financial hardship. Betty works part-time at a food chain and resides in the ladies’ dormitory near campus. I smirk, taking a sip of my amber drink. This is perfect. All the cards are properly arranged, and now it's time to introduce myself. Although she’s not my type or my ideal woman. But a mission is a mission, and asking why is forbidden. I must do what Eagle expects of me.

Why did the thought of truly breaking Vivian Hayes make something inside him recoil? He shook the thought away. A bet was a bet. And he never lost.

"Damn girl, he's got it bad for you. Like, 'Pretty Woman' bad. This is venturing into serious sugar daddy territory." I groan, burying my face in my hands. She’s not wrong. I must never ever mention the contract to Betty. Or anyone. "Don't even joke about that, Bets. Can you imagine me as some billionaire's arm candy? I'd probably spill caviar on my shoes and use a Birkin bag for takeaway food."

“You will tell me every contact Elena has made, every request she phrased delicately, every person she believes can be bought, frightened, or flattered.” His expression became unreadable. “You ask betrayal.” “No,” Betty said calmly. “I ask a man with no loyalties to behave consistently.” For the first time since arriving, Dorian laughed outright. Sharp, genuine, surprised. “And my compensation?” “You leave Thornfield alive, professionally intact, and richer than she paid you.” She tilted her head. “Provided your information is worth purchasing.” He looked at the seven wolves. At the river. At Betty standing utterly certain on land older than both of them.