Linda Evans Net Worth Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Linda was gloating in the hospital, convinced Anthony had learned about Jessica's new marriage. "Jessica was just a stepping stone. I conned Anthony into marrying me five years ago, and I'll make him do it again. "Ah, Jessica, you've unwittingly paved the way for my fortune. Anthony's millions will soon be mine and my daughter's." She continued to coach Tracy on how to charm Anthony into signing over his company shares to her. Linda had no idea of the tempest that was about to engulf her and her little girl.

Evans curved an arm around her back to help lift her up. She noticed, at that moment, that they both wore only bathing suits and she was basically sitting on his lap. Linda tried to discreetly look at his chest, which was quite chiseled, and then she noticed the nice bulge of a bicep in his arm. Linda let her eyes wander a few moments longer until Evans picked her up far enough for the pain in her head to finally hit. She groaned, put a hand to her brow, and curled into his body a little more. "Ow."

Linda sent a text back saying she was already outside the theater. Grinning, Eve got out of the car and hurried toward the front of the theater. Linda saw her approaching, and her face lit up. She hurried to wrap Eve in a quick hug before she stepped back to look at her. “Now, don’t you look nice today?” she said, looking at Eve. “You didn’t have to get dressed up for little old me, you know.” Eve laughed and asked, “How do you know I didn’t dress like this for me?”

"I'm not asking you to go back to him. I just want you to be nearby.” How could I be near someone who didn't want me? Pinching my lips together, I controlled myself to avoid lashing out. "Linda, I honestly don't know what you want me to do.” "Be my PA," she blurted. “I'll pay you handsomely for it. Three million dollars.” My mouth gaped open in shock. The offer was tempting, but I didn't understand what she was driving at. "Please, Miracle, think about it. I know you're not a bad person, and I know you need the money, so please don't say no," Linda pleaded.

Every word Linda spoke conveyed Warren's trust in her and disdain for Evelyn. She was suggesting that he didn't even want to come in person to visit Simon. Evelyn could tell what Linda was thinking. A faint, cold smile curved at the corner of her lips. She took out her phone from her bag, looked at Linda, and said, "Is that so? Then, I should personally call Mr. Larkin to thank him for remembering my father's kindness toward him." After she finished speaking, she started pretending to make a phone call.

On Friday night, just as I vaguely remember, Linda is a very attractive size 12–14 brunette wearing heels, a very short black silk dressing gown that displays her wonderful, well-formed thighs to perfection, and apparently little else. “Hello Nico, do you recall the last time I was in town? A little over a year ago, I told you I wanted to reward my twenty-five-year-old PA. You were very obliging. I have a new PA this time, whom I want to reward, a very talented one. We have been in town for a week on business and my PA helped me complete some very satisfactory deals. And I almost forgot to mention, I want a really good fuck before we return home. Just as last time, you are here today to prov

It was Linda. Evelyn’s stomach tightened, a sharp coil of unease. “You have nerve showing your face here.” Linda’s mouth curved in a faint smile, one that held no warmth. “You should thank me,” she said lightly, though her tone carried tension. “I am risking a great deal to speak to you at all.” “Why?” Evelyn asked, her words flat, cutting. Linda’s eyes glimmered in the dim light. “Because you are not the only one Claudia is after. She has begun moving money—through accounts I set up years ago. Accounts she assumes I no longer control.”

Linda Morris said, clearly angry at Mason's decision. "I'm sorry," I slightly nod at Linda Morris. "It's just business, no hard feelings." Everything was settled and now the Anderson shares belong to me. I don't know what Evans is going to do with that money he just got. But the next plan is to get that money back. A butler just made him rich. **** "Did you see the look on his face?" Max giggled as I drove us back to the pack house. "I'll pay any amount to see that look again."

Shrugging her shoulders, Olivia grabbed Rachel's hands and went to the counter to pay, but they were pushed aside by Linda, who stared at them sweetly and asked, “you wouldn’t mind me paying first right” Ignoring her totally, Linda stomped her foot on the ground and gave the sales girl her card. As the sales girl collected the card and swiped it in the machine, Linda felt her heart bleeding because she knew she was in trouble. But she pretended to be calm and asked, “is it done? “Yes ma’am”. The sales lady said and returned the card to her. “Ok, pack it up”. She said and stepped out, allowing Rachel to pay. Calculating their dresses and bags, the sales lady said, “it’s three million dollars”

“It’s not like that’s out of the realm of possibilities after all – La Louve is the most profitable fragrance company on the market, any number of hedge funds would be thrilled to invest.” “You know that this is crazy, right?” Linda grouses. “She would so much rather have you, Ethan. Not to mention Paisley.” “Believe it or not, I’ve heard all this from Matthew and Devon already.” I inform her stubbornly. “But I’ve made up my mind. I want the best for my family, and that’s not me.” Linda sighs, a heavy, beleaguered sound that makes it clear she thinks I’m being completely unreasonable. “Are there any updates on your condition?” She asks after a moment. “I mean is the prognosis still terrible?