Linda Gavin Novels & Stories

She wore a white blouse with a plunging neckline and a fitted pencil skirt, her attire emphasizing her curvaceous figure. At the sound of Evelyn’s voice, the woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing as if irritated by the interruption. She gave Evelyn a slow, deliberate once-over, her gaze dripping with judgment. “You must be Evelyn Sinclair,” she said in a clipped tone. “Yes, I am. Ms. Linda, right?” Evelyn responded politely, recalling Rena mentioning that Linda was one of Ryan’s direct assistants, just like her. Linda stood, crossing her arms as her eyes scrutinized Evelyn’s outfit. “Who told you this was acceptable work attire?” she demanded haughtily.

Recognition flickered across her face, followed by a palpable wave of apprehension. “Linda?” Adrian stood, a silent acknowledgment. The woman gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. She approached their booth with hesitant steps and slid into the seat opposite them without taking off her coat, as if poised for a quick escape. Her eyes, shadowed and wary, flickered between Evelyn and Adrian. “Thank you for meeting me.” Evelyn leaned forward, her gaze intense but not accusatory. “You worked at Starlink Corporation. In the finance department. With my father, Dexter Carter, right?”

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's gaze remained fixed on the photo, her expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. “Sort of.” Amira's mind raced with questions. What could be the underlying connection between Linda and Karina who was the target? After a prolonged moment of silence, Linda nonchalantly shrugged. “She's Karina Everhardt." Amira's response was flat. "So what?" "She is a renowned actress. My ultimate favorite. I'd be over the moon just to catch a glimpse of her," Linda confessed, her tone dripping with admiration and longing, a sentiment that only fueled Amira's resentment towards Karina.

"Hello, you must be El!" When Linda had been abroad, she'd often visited the orphanage. She prided herself on being an approachable person. She bent down in front of Elvin and smiled. "I heard that you're very intelligent." Elvin said nothing. His guard was still completely up. Linda didn't mind. After all, Elvin was Stephen's son, so it was only normal that he had a strange character. She reached her hand out to Elvin. "I'm Linda Mitchell. You can call me Linda."

She was dressed impeccably, as always, looking more like she was headed to a fashion show than a butterfly exhibit. “Linda,” I managed to say. “What a surprise.” Gavin immediately stepped in front of me, his body tense. I could hear a low growl rumbling in his chest. Linda’s eyes flicked to Gavin’s protective posture, and her smirk widened. “My, my. So you have more than one man on your radar, Audrey? How... interesting.” More than one…? Did she know about Edwin? My mind wandered back to that note I had found the other day, the one she had signed with Edwin’s initial.

I’m not going anywhere. __ __ __ __ __ __ Linda’s POV I got down from my car and strutted confidently into the Lancaster Group building. My heels clicked against the marble floor, drawing attention, but I didn’t care. I could already hear the murmurs echoing around me. "Oh my God, she’s even more beautiful in person!" "Her skin is flawless." “That must be Adrian’s girlfriend… she’s so elegant."

Linda was one of those whose saturday tend to be free with no herculean task to disrupt the pleasant moment except a call for business trip. "Morning! " she called out to two lovebirds bonding at the balcony having heard the lady call after her. Walking past the gates, with grin she winced and her face became stern with a dismal aura encircling the ambience. Linda knew so well that the memories of the past flooded her thoughts at times amidst her rigorous battle in a bid to regain freedom from its yokes. She bent, stretching her legs as her heart pounded; recoiling in awe. Two days ago, she had felt pangs of fright and her stomach rumbled with much disdain for the Casat organisation were ye

It was Linda. Her sister glided into the room wearing a maid-of-honor dress that was technically appropriate but tailored so tightly it looked like a second skin. Linda was the golden child—the MBA graduate, the socialite darling, the daughter who could do no wrong. "Oh, Lila," Linda cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. She walked over, adjusting Lila’s veil with sharp, aggressive tugs. "You look… adequate. Marcus is going to be so pleased" Lila pulled away. "Get out, Linda."

she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. I forced a smile, choosing to ignore the jab, “I appreciate your concern, but I think I’ll manage.” Linda leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a scandalous secret, “Just remember, this isn’t your playground. You’re stepping into a world of real professionals.” My jaw tightened, but I maintained my composure, “Funny.... You’d think a ‘real professional’ would encourage teamwork rather than throwing shade.” Linda’s eyes narrowed at me, “You think you can just waltz in here because you’re Gabriel’s what? His pet? You’re not as untouchable as you think.”