Linda's Tale Novels & Stories

Linda answered firmly. She kept on playing with the success she was having. Linda thought that if she pushed through, she could even accumulate more winnings than she had ever had in her entire life. She got only this chance to use the luck that was given to her, and she would use it until its last beat. Nonetheless, despite the victory she got, she scarcely grasped the scheme of her falling right under the man’s trap, using her witness to get what he wanted. ***

It was stunning and rich in ways that only he and Linda could afford. Linda was rich. Yes. I knew cause I had stumbled on one of her socials. I had not actually meant to stalk her, but let's say after going through her socials, I had actually found something weird. Turned out she was a rich heir who ran away from home. The story still wasn't clear, beside I am learning never to judge. Her life isn't mine.

As I glanced back, I caught sight of Kira still bickering with a store clerk, while Linda stood quietly at a distance, admiring a sea-blue silk scarf. Her figure was graceful, yet undeniably alone, like someone misplaced in the wrong time or place. I looked at her for a long moment, then followed Sharon out the door. … Back at the gallery, Sharon had prepared dinner for the three of us. As we talked about what had happened earlier, she shook her head. “Linda’s not cut out for life in the capital. She’s too naive. People like her—too pure—rarely end up with anything good.”

Before I could say more, the door flew open again. Linda strode in, tablet in hand, expression grim but steady. “I believe you’ve seen the headline,” she said without preamble, eyes flicking between us. “I had a feeling he would do something this shady, but I have to admit he had a bold plan. Didn’t think he’d go this far.” She stopped at the edge of my desk, setting the tablet down with the same article pulled up, annotated in her precise notes. “You never underestimate your enemies,” I said quietly, the words tasting bitter.

Holding her body as stiff as a live oak, her voice trembled as she said, T can’t thank you enough for your discretion. Rachel rose from her seat and went to stand beside the other woman. The sunlight, which had seemed so comforting before, dug harsh lines around Linda’s mouth. Her eyes were glassy, tear-filled and desperate, as they focused on everything except Rachel. Her complexion paled, turning pasty against the soft waves of her brown hair. ‘What’s wrong, Linda?’ ‘Nothing.’ She dropped her head forward. Rachel followed her line of vision to the enormous diamond solitaire on Linda’s finger. ‘Well, yes, actually, there is a problem. But there doesn’t have to be, not if you keep my secret.

When Linda came out of Soul in rage, she turned around to look at the building and shouted angrily, “Who do you think you are, Maisie!? Do you think you're so noble? You have everything you have today because of Mr. Goldmann! Without him, you're nothing!” She was not Hector, and she would never lower her head before Maisie to beg her. Just when she was about to leave, a white Land Rover stopped in front of her. The person inside rolled the window down, and when Linda saw the woman in the driving seat, she was stunned. She had never seen a woman as pretty as her. She looked just like a demoness who would lure one into the abyss. The woman smiled at her and asked, “Do you need my help?”

Asher was not in sight and then she got a message beep. “You lost this one Jana. I would never allow my friends to get poisoned by you. You can thank me later…lol” It was Linda and she had somehow succeeded in stopping them. The meddler had found out about her plot but How? It vexed her and made her almost scream. Jana clenched her fist. She had had enough and it was time to teach Linda a lesson and one that she would probably not have an opportunity to learn from.

She narrated with a firm look on her face directed at our dad, who looked like he would be choked any minute from now. Now I was really confused, I cast a questioning look at her and what she said through her eyes was "Relax". I stilled, my hand still on her back. "And then I found him" She gestured to Gerald barely looking at him. "I do not know the full story, but I'm hoping I would hear it today but what I know is... Lola" She turned to me softly palming my cheek. "Things aren't what they seem" She concluded. I nodded but I was still very perplexed, what was it? Why the suspense, it was getting to me, making me antsy.

Experimenting, she looked back and met each of their eyes, catching them in the staring act yet again. "This is ridiculous." Linda stood, dusting the sand off of her legs, and marched over toward the misfits before her friends even had time to realize she’d left. Four eyes watched her carefully as she swiftly dodged people and came to a stop at the edge of the bright blue towel Evans lounged on. "Okay, what is your problem with me?" She flung her arms wide, searching for some answer that made sense. "You exist," Diana spoke coldly. Linda was shocked and she flinched. It wasn’t the response she had expected. "And what about my existence is so terrible that I can’t turn around without you guys

The drive to the location Linda had provided was filled with anticipation and anxiety. I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible strength and resilience Linda had shown by agreeing to share her painful story with me. It was a testament to her courage and her desire to heal and find closure. As we pulled up to the address, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. My interactions with Linda had already revealed the depth of her suffering, and I knew that there was more to her story that she had yet to share.