Novel & Cerita Linda Monroe

Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her intricate facial features made her look almost like she was someone of mixed heritage. Linda wore a red-and-black checkered short-sleeved shirt that revealed her belly button. On top of that, she was also wearing a red-and-black checkered, pleated skirt and a pair of white espadrille heels. At one glance, she looked like a female goddess from a comic. When Linda saw Mary like this, she quickly stepped forward and stepped forcefully on Mary’s stomach. She looked down at her arrogantly. “Mary, you really are cruel… I treated you like a sister, and yet you think of me as a fool?

She opted for a simple lipstick, but her no-nonsense aura made her stand out in the crowd. As Linda descended the stairs, she exclaimed, "Hey guys, how do I look?" Michelle and China turned their gaze towards her and were left in awe. Linda looked like a mature princess, and for some reason, her features seemed familiar, like Mellisa's. She wore a purple princess dress with no arms, and her hair was let down. Her light makeup only served to enhance her mature beauty.

Alonso says as he crushes Monica into a hug and she scrunches her nose. "So did she ask me to do that just to distract everyone here?" I ask Linda and she laughs as she shakes her head. "She has a knack for being the one in the center of attraction. She loves having all heads turned and all eyes on her. She loves it," Linda says and I see Monica in a different light now.

Linda’s voice purred on the recording. The ballroom, filled with the world’s most powerful investors, the Al-Hamad delegates, and the cream of New York society, went deathly silent. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were glued to the screen as Linda appeared in the frame, draped over Marcus Thorne. She wasn't the grieving sister or the concerned bridesmaid. She looked like a predator.

“Nothing. I was just—” Linda’s hand slammed against the table, cutting her off. “Don’t play dumb with me!” she snapped, her tone venomous. “You’ve been hovering like a rat all morning. What are you trying to see?” Monica swallowed, keeping her face neutral. “I was only checking if you needed anything.” Linda let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Oh, please. Spare me the act.” She took a step closer, her presence suffocating. “You think I don’t notice when you spy on me? When you peek at my phone like some nosy little servant?”

Monica practically bounced to the door and ushered a woman inside. "Dad, I want you to meet someone," she said brightly. "This is Linda Calcraft. I ran into some trouble at work a while back, and she really helped me out. I invited her over today so I could properly thank her." I looked at her carefully It was her. Linda. The woman who had died alongside me in my previous life. She appeared to be in her mid-40s, wearing a tasteful dress that complemented her elegant, refined presence. She'd clearly taken good care of herself over the years.