Linda's Tale Novels & Stories

Linda snorted, still not able to believe he could love that much. “Then maybe we’re doing everything wrong. Targeting Nero or Dante is a lost cause… so—” “Don’t get my sister involved in this,” Linda warned quickly, knowing where this was heading. “Then get Nero to love you instead… or are you incapable?” he taunted, and Linda clenched the phone tightly. “I am Linda Morgan. Incapable isn’t in my vocabulary,” Linda chuckled before ending the call. Suddenly, she heard the clatter of utensils in the kitchen.

She could also not force herself to be polite, since she hated Kisha so much. “Linda, do you know who she is?” The receptionist yelled from her desk but Linda did not seem to care. She had been listening to their conversation and her heart sank for Linda but these words made her understand that Linda knew nothing about Kisha. If anyone was a gold digger, then that would be Linda and not Kisha. Everything she had, she bought with her money, except the clothes Brian bought for her. She also never asked for a penny from him before since she had more than she needed.

Linda had that idea to study the same thing as Saxon and prove she was just as good, if not better. However, things did not go as planned. She had been waiting for a group of people, and when they finally showed up, they were all killed. Stuck with no other choice, Linda started to examine the bodies. What she did not expect was that someone would notice her so quickly. She had worked so hard on her disguise. How could that man see through it right away?

I went to my email to d******d the file and was stunned. I don’t know what stroke of luck is this. Linda, from the revolving restaurant in Hunter Hotel, is my subject. She was the runaway heiress. I had to clap my forehead with the uncanny coincidence.

Emily rubbed her face with her hands and sighed again. “I will tell you how Emi! You will go and lodge a complaint against that bastard Adrian and he will remove it from the social media! I understand he is your past life lover and all, but Adrian doesn’t know that and he will destroy you if you let him walk over you always!” Linda said with clear annoyance. “I don’t know. But I will think about it!” Emily just mumbled. As Linda pulls in before the huge gate of the Ford Mansion, they sit for a while inside the car, when Linda suddenly says pouting, “I wish you could tell me more! I mean at least what happened the next morning after Clara and Edward had sex for the first time!”

“Oh, thank you for your concern about my freedom. That’s very sweet of you. But no, I had to settle a few scores before I left. Call it unfinished business.” Rage burned in Thalassa’s chest, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she fought against her restraints. Her voice trembled with fury. “You killed Rita.” Linda’s face remained impassive, but her eyes glinted with a cruel amusement. “She was a good woman,” Thalassa hissed. “She never hurt anyone, and you killed her!” Linda gave a careless shrug, her tone almost bored. “Of course I did. No need to keep repeating. I’m not denying it.”

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

“My dad even told me that the police had to take him away once because he was causing a scene at the bar.” I stepped closer to her, my face just inches away from hers. “You’re the only one who knows that he beats my mother and me, Cynthia. Cut the act.” “Oh,” she said, her friends echoing it with her. “It just….slipped.” “Slipped?”I repeated, my voice rising. “You told the whole school! You knew how much it'd hurt me and you still did it.” Cynthia burst into laughter, tilting her head back. “Look, Linda, I don't care how it makes you feel. Honestly, I got tired of being around you and your messed up family. So I'm not sorry for what I did.”

Maya crossed her arms. "But I've never caused anyone trouble." Maya shrugged. "You are an experienced person, do you accept yourself as a loser?" Linda was lost in thought. Maya added. "I'm not asking you to kill Cindy. There are many ways to get rid of people. If you don't want to... ok, be a turtle." With that, she left, leaving Linda there. 'No. I don't want to be a turtle. I can't lose to Cindy.' Linda gritted her teeth together, looking for ideas to push Cindy down the pit.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.