Jessica Canseco Net Worth Novels & Stories

Cruz asked but Jessica was mute as she stared at him in disbelief. "Oh, you can't talk now? Don't worry, I will help you. You're Jessica Vegas, the only child of Sean and Monica Vegas who has never even taken an IQ test because there is nothing significant about you to test. After 27 long years of your life, you could only brag of is a master's degree yet you can't get yourself a proper job of being a teacher. This old news might be new to you but I was the reason you were able to retain that job of yours after the ruckus you caused online. And now, you've lost the job even with your degrees. But you're lucky you've got me. I made you popular, didn't I? Just by searching up your name on WeCo

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE NINETY FOUR THEME: Jessica’s Deceit IDAHO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA JESSICA CAMPBELL APARTMENT Jessica threw her phone on the bed in anger. She had gotten an alert of five hundred thousand dollars from Antonio. Even at that, she couldn’t help but scoff in annoyance. “So much for the said compensation!" Aside the fact that she was carrying a child with no idea of who the father was, she was out of a job which means she had to start job hunting yet again with another politician. No. Her mind was against working for another politician again.

I was mind-blown by this interaction, I whispered to her, "He totally has a crush on you." "I know, I might consider making him my sugar daddy when I am 18." Jessica replied nonchalantly. "Yeah, right. He won't even be able to afford the toothpaste you use." I laughed. Jessica hailed from a rich family, her father was a celebrity realtor and her mother was a fashion designer for a luxury brand.

"Because when you're here, the bad people stay in the dark." I tightened my grip around her small form, a dark, fierce wave of pride rushing through my veins. The Vances had thought they could reduce Jessica to a footnote, and the old corporate syndicates had assumed they could treat her brilliant mind as a commodity to be bought and sold. They were all gone now, either rotting in federal concrete or wiped completely from the global registries. As I carried Catherine back toward the main pavilion, I saw Jessica standing on the upper terrace, her ivory dress catching the golden glow of the setting African sun. She looked magnificent, a living monument to a woman who had pulled herself out of

Jessica said in anger before turning to the door. "STOP!" Shantelle said. "Don't forget to pay for a consultation. It's a thousand dollars for you, Miss Turner." "Ahh!" Jessica bitterly fished ten pieces of hundred-dollar bills and threw them on Shantelle's desk. She warned, "I'm not done with you yet!" When Jessica left, Shantelle picked up her phone and stopped her recording. Just like what she did with the first recording, she sent it to Evan. She recorded her entire conversation with Jessica, starting when she had her repeat everything.

After glancing at the expensive watch on her wrist, she said coolly, "My name is Isabel Jimenez. Mr. Sinclair recommended you to me. I heard that you're a skilled doctor. Well, get on with it. I'm in a rush. You have five minutes." Isabel Jimenez? The name left Sebastian feeling a little startled. She was none other than the most accomplished businesswoman in Steinberg! Despite being only 28 years old, she had a net worth of ten billion dollars and made it into the international list of the wealthiest young businesswomen!

"Look at you. You're young, you're handsome and athletic. What was I thinking?" "Jessi, you're only five years older than me. That's it. And it's never made any difference." She covered her face with her hands. "All the things I've done. Surfing, diving," she looked to him, "Key West. Oh, for God's sake, I can't believe I did that!" He took a step toward her. "What are you saying, Jessi?" "I'm saying," she hissed, "that I forgot who I was. I'm not some young bimbo, running all over and acting like a fool. I'm Jessi Crenshaw, respectable wife and mother. Successful business owner. Not some…"

Just as a Nike commercial ended, the screen shifted to a live interview with Jessica Lopez. Jessica Lopez was a household name. She’s a wildly popular author who, at just twenty-four, had become one of the wealthiest writers in the industry. Every book she released was a bestseller, and three of her novels had already been adapted into films, each one a box office hit. She was a frequent guest on talk shows and had graced the covers of numerous fashion magazines, celebrated not just for her literary talent but also for her beauty and impeccable style. Among male admirers, she was one of the most desired and admired women in the celebrity world.

"Josh, if I were you, I'd buy that damn thing just to crush it afterward. No way I'd let that bastard win." Jessica looked at Joshua with concern and spoke softly. "Josh, forget it. 60 million dollars was already expensive. 80 million dollars is far beyond what it's worth. I don't want you throwing money away because of me." Blake raised a brow. "Look at that. Jessica is helping Josh save money! What a thoughtful, virtuous woman." Jessica pursed her lips, a shy blush blooming across her delicate face. "I told you I'd get it for you. I'm getting it," Joshua said. A sharp, assured glint flashed through his eyes as he lifted his paddle with effortless grace. "90 million dollars!"

Cassidy remarked. “What do you mean?” Selena Sylvia inquired. “Miss Johnson, there’s something you may not know. You spent $750,000 to buy me a dress design proposal and another $300,000 to give Mr. Dylan Edward a chance to meet me,” Cassidy revealed, approaching Selena Sylvia, who was shorter than her, with an indifferent expression. Looking into Selena Sylvia’s disbelieving eyes, Cassidy sneered, “Thank you for your kindness.” Selena Sylvia’s face paled as she staggered, unable to believe what Cassidy had just revealed.