Elizabeth Gillies Net Worth Novels & Stories

Mill. Giles’s wife appeared from round the church wall. I bristled. Another rich farmer’s wife and member of the county set, she was dripping with tasteful and expensive jewels, a handbag that cost over a grand, and a church-going suit that was to die for. But she was another seriously handsome woman, with natural silver streaks in her otherwise black hair, tall, health-club shaped body and a sexy swing to her hips. I wondered if my Mum could look like her. Maybe, if she didn’t have to work so hard, could afford the accessories and the moor-baths - Oh yes - and gave a damn.

"But I have another proposal. If you can give me evidence of this old geezer's crimes and let me send him to prison, I'll give you guys five million dollars in exchange for Jeremy's family's safety." "Five million dollars?" Everyone was incredibly shocked. Even Bruce was slightly shaken at the amount mentioned. He looked warily at Isabel and asked, "What reason do I have to believe that you can come up with five million dollars?" Isabel replied confidently, "Are you familiar with the Gill family in Streatham? Well, Charlie Gill is my ex-husband."

He browsed a lady's profile then extended it back to them. Wilson scrolled down the lady's profile, he found out she was a model. “Greta Christopher” “She's currently in Sydney. You should have a partnership with her or recruit her as a part . Age: thirty years old. Net worth, $300 millon.” By hearing her net worth Wilson had picked an interest in her, moreover she was a ravishing beauty. He found a reason to hire another model and Greta was the right bait. “But Henrietta is your ex wife. Your mother did everything to get her the crown she has now.”

He would never risk 2 billion dollars for a small fry like herself. She bit her lips and said, "Mr. Ellis, you don't have to do this, I can resign." "I'm not worth 2 billion dollars." Tom looked at her cheerfully, "You are definitely worth that money." "You are Mr. Valentine's wife. Investing in you is definitely worth it. I could easily get back 2 billion with you on my side. If anything, 20 billion would still be a small sum to your husband." Eliza was taken aback.

Eloise stiffened, but Gillian continued, "But to show our sincerity, if you stay here with my son, we will pay you 100 thousand a day." Eloise's eyes flashed with greed. "Really?" She quickly looked away, her mind working. "Then, if Margaret were here... how much would you pay her?" Gillian's eyebrows furrowed, sensing something in her tone. "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing, nothing." Eloise quickly waved her hands. "I was just asking." Gillian stared at her suspiciously for a long moment. Finally, satisfied that Eloise was staying, she left the room.

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."

One day, Elizabeth visited Pamela, hoping for help, when she overheard her chatting with Rachel on the phone—saying her dowry included ten million in cash and numerous properties. At that time, ten million was an astronomical figure. To women who earned only a few hundred yuan a month, it was unimaginable. When Elizabeth went home and told her husband, a poisonous scheme was born. Their plan aligned instantly. Thinking back now, Elizabeth trembled all over. Because back then, there was another hidden truth. A secret no one else knew.

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.

She stepped toward Vivianne, looking her up and down with pure, unadulterated disgust. "You call me a 'billboard girl'? Honey, I can earn millions with just one picture. My net worth is over 5 million, and every single cent is mine," Xielle hissed, her voice dripping with the kind of sarcasm that cut deeper than any blade. "I earn and spend my own fucking money. I don’t rely on a family name that’s currently on life support. You think calling me a billboard girl is a shame? Darling, my face is all over this country because people actually want to look at me. You? People only look at you to see how much of your father’s money you’re wasting today."

My eyes widened in disbelief. Greg’s accompanying text hit even harder: “She’s a professional stripper and high-end escort. Her targets are wealthy, powerful men. It wasn’t easy getting this information. She’s not an ordinary woman—she’s heavily protected and backed by some very rich clients. She visits them at night whenever they call. That’s her main source of income.” “Oh my God…” I whispered, frozen in shock as I stared at the screen. A few minutes later, the door opened. Elizabeth walked in carrying several shopping bags, looking radiant. She dropped them on the bed and smiled at me.