Katherine Heigl Net Worth 2023 Novels & Stories

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

I returned the smile and introduced myself as well, but I was curious to know more about her. With a quick thought, I activated the AI in my lenses and focused on her face. The AI quickly provided more details—her real name was Karen, and she had a net worth of $12 million. I was impressed; she was not just attractive, but also wealthy. This was going to be an interesting meeting.

“Looks like our finances are coming back.” Altricia sat up straight. “Wait what do you mean by that?” Katherina turned toward her, a small, proud smile forming. “I mean, I finally got my hands on some real money.” Altricia frowned. “How much are we talking?” “Half a million dollars,” Katherina said casually, “and a three-bedroom apartment in Midtown.” Altricia nearly dropped her phone. “Half a million?! And an apartment? Katherina, what did you do? We’ve been stuck in this crappy motel for seven months, barely surviving, and now you’re suddenly rich?”

After all, why would a big-name celebrity lie about something as trivial as this? “Listen, about this 300k—” “I gotcha, ma’am. You don’t want Jeanette to know about this, right? I completely understand. She’s pregnant, so I know you don’t want her to be worried about all of this,” Mimi cut in. “You can count on me to keep this a secret, ma’am. You don’t even have to pay me back! Treat it as a gift from me.” Jenny was elated. $300,000 as a gift!? This fit right in with what a big-name celebrity could do, did it not? Spending a few hundred thousand like it was nothing!

It was the first time in her life she had seen something so luxurious. “Like I said, Miss Pereira, Mr. Harold died and left almost everything he owned to you. You get the company, cars, lands, and money, but on one condition,” Graham had told her that day when she first stepped into the Khans’ Empire building. “What?” she asked with desperate eyes. Back then when wasn't thinking, anything that would help her nana live, she was in. “You get married to his son.” Graham dropped the news to her. She remembered the first day she met Gareth in the restaurant. How gentle his eyes were, how he looked at her without discrimination. He was the first man who truly wanted to spend time with her. Back th

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

“She gets plenty. Plenty of debt and backache.” I chuckled sadly. “Isn’t she a billionaire?” “Technically, yes. Estelle owns Star LLC in papers but has five investors, including Weston and her father. Star LLC is actually worth 1.3 billion. Let’s say the fifty million is for the five investors. She has to pay Weston the amount of ten million dollars multiplied by ten, the value of his money today according to the profit. How much is that?” “And if she won’t marry Klayton?” “She’ll pay that amount and possibly loses her seat to Weston or her father.”

Katherine didn't seem like the type of woman to get married to a guy because of his money. Heck, she surely knew from her experience with me that it wasn't all bed and roses. That brought the question to my mind again. How? I rolled out of bed, my movements sharp and impatient. I needed answers, anything that could explain how she made it to the top after the divorce. And immediately. I grabbed my phone and dialed Henry's number. The phone picked on the third ring and my voice clipped as I ordered him to dig into Katherine’s life over the past six years.

At 60 cents to 2 dollars per 1,000 characters, that put her maximum earnings at around 60 dollars for a full day spent doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and writing. She kept telling herself the grind was temporary. Hilda had a job now. Elara was back. Once Freya was back on her feet, this chapter of their lives would finally be over. Then she could leave it all behind and pursue the life she had always wanted. She was still clinging to that hope when her phone rang and shattered it in an instant. "Hello? Is this Giana Chamberlain? Are you Hilda Chamberlain's sister?" "Yes. Who is this?" "Your sister, Hilda, owes our company 200,000 dollars."

She's a good example of someone who let their fame blind them. "Katherine, nice to see you." I politely greeted as she giggled up at me. Katherine Moore is her name; She was a pretty woman, tall with brown hair cut in a pixie haircut, and a lighter shade of brown eyes. We've acted together in a movie once a few years ago, and she's been working her hardest to seduce me since then but knowing that it was for my fame and influence and nothing else, I didn't let myself get any closer to her, keeping our relationship strictly professional.