Linda Evans Net Worth Novels & Stories

Suzanne’s pov: The dining room table was covered in maps, laptops, scattered printouts, and half-drunk cups of coffee. Outside, the sky was still a soft bruised purple, the sun barely peeking above the horizon, but inside this house, war was already underway. Ford leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his usual calm now coated in disbelief. “You’re telling me Linda’s been running an international laundering ring through fake charities?” “Yes,” I said, my voice low, but sure. “She’s evicted children, bribed officials, funnelled money through shell companies, and built a house of cards with bloodstained mortar.”

Georgina was laughing at her charming behavior, her eyes full of affection. I clenched my fists, then let them fall open helplessly. Linda was my cousin, and she was the same age as Ethan. In the eighth year after Dad and Georgina got together, Linda's parents were imprisoned for illegal business practices. With no one to care for her, Linda came to live with our family. Linda was beautiful and a sweet-talker, quickly winning over both Dad and Georgina. Even Ethan, with his reserved personality, was particularly kind to Linda. Until one day, I discovered that Linda had secretly placed a hidden camera in Ethan's room. After questioning her, I learned that Linda planned to use Ethan's private

They were the worst mistake I will never make again. “Haven’t you heard about it? A lot has gone wrong recently between Miguel and Linda!” Olivia spat coldly. “Has she delivered?” I deliberately asked, knowing fully well her month is not yet ripe. “Not at all,” she responded quickly. And she began to pour out. “Linda was on call with Elvis. On that faithful day.” “Hello, Elvis,” Linda spoke calmly. “Check behind those bookshelves, and you would see 25 thousand dollars wrapped in a brown envelope. “Get the money and start making the necessary preparations. Linda poured.

Eva replied causally like she just said what she ate in the morning. Mia looked at her with widened eyes and mouth agape, she couldn't believe that Miss Lilly was Eva’s personal designer. Miss Lilly was a world-class designer who was known all over the world for her amazing and breathtaking designs. She designs most celebrity clothes and her clothes are highly expensive, one clothes can cost the money you can use to buy a whole estate. Her brand was the most popular brand in the world. Wow, just how much does Lovato's family have if they can afford to have a whole Miss Lilly as a personal designer, Mia thought.

"Yesterday at Dreamscape Lounge, you humiliated Dad and me." A cruel smile spread across her lips. "And now? I'm the one throwing you out of Harrison Group." "Funny how karma works, isn't it?" Linda felt more satisfied than ever before. Ever since childhood, she and her mother, Vivian Vale, had lived in Evelyn and Navia's shadow because of their illegitimate status. But now Evelyn was barely clinging to life in a hospital bed. Linda had stolen Navia's fiancé, her position, and now her future too.

“You better watch what you say, and don’t you dare get close to Liam, or I’ll make sure you suffer.” Hector, who was in the taxi, slowly rolled down the window and saw Linda grabbing money off the ground and frowned. When he looked at the woman in the car, he also looked at the license plate. ‘Isn’t that… the car of the editor-in-chief’s wife?’ After picking up all the money from the floor, Linda started counting. It was $3,000. She would do anything to make money, even if she was scolded and beaten up. A shadow suddenly loomed over her.

And currently she’s stopped her job as a hunter, and now she’s working as an admin for this part of the faction. “Linda will be here soon.” Lucy announced as she just finished making a call. Linda was a very busy type unlike Lucy, who only is working as an admin here and didn’t care about going further and doing other jobs. Since she had the skills, her service would’ve been more honored, and this was the only way the people here could prove their worth and become wealthy with enough credits to live more largely than the regular people who has lower rankings here. “Thank you for putting good words for me and my friend.” Evan said.

"Mr. Cross, this thirty-million-dollar 'consulting fee' — who was it paid to?" Victor paused and looked back, irritated. "That's a PR fee for Linda. She used to handle talent image packaging for several of our artists. Standard practice." Linda? The con artist sitting in a jail cell? I let out a cold laugh. "Linda is in prison. How is this payment still going out? And from what I can see, the money ended up in an offshore account." Victor's expression shifted for a second, then settled back into his usual smug defiance.

Her fearless taunting and the way she'd called Beverly her sister made the latter burn with rage. Cindy continued, "If you wanted to see me end up on the streets, I'm sorry to say that you'll be disappointed. Evan bought me another villa, and he's going to invest 50 million dollars in our father's company. I think it's a good deal to get millions of dollars in assets after a beating and a stint in the river.

She sighed, expecting another message from Alexander, but it was a call from her private investigator, Marcus. “Marcus,” she answered, leaning against her car. “Do you have anything for me?” “I dug into Linda’s past like you asked,” Marcus said. “You were right—she’s not as squeaky clean as she pretends to be. She’s been linked to several shady dealings, including blackmail and fraud. She’s used her celebrity status to cover her tracks, but there are cracks in her façade.” Ava’s grip on her phone tightened. “Anything we can use to expose her?”