Lucy Punch Net Worth Novels & Stories

Lucy nervously took the paper, and Tom dressed and left the hotel. She was left alone, clutching her knees in fear. Her allowance was only fifty thousand a month, and she spent it all. The New Year money and what her brother gave her had been squandered. Now, even if she sold all her assets, she’d only have one million, which included the jewelry her brother had bought her. She still needed four million. Where could she get that much money?! Tears flooded Lucy’s eyes. If that damn Sarah could just return the eight million her brother gave her, she could buy back the video.

"If you don't want it made public, transfer 10,000,000 dollars into my account. Then I'll delete it." Gideon's expression hardened. "Lucy, you've gone too far!" Elaine straightened behind him, her voice sharp with vindication. "10,000,000. Gideon, did you hear that? All that talk about her not caring about money. You heard every word she said. This is who she really is. She has the child now, and out comes the truth." Gideon's cold gaze stayed fixed on Lucille. They held each other's eyes. Her expression did not soften or shift. It showed no hesitation.

"That's fine. But before you spread rumors, you should do your homework. My family's legal team costs seven figures a year in retainer fees alone." I pulled out my phone and showed her my bank balance. Lucy leaned in for a look, and the color drained from her face. Those zeros could buy out three of her family's companies. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. The girls beside her went dead silent. I put my phone away. As I walked past her, I said quietly, "Next time you want attention, figure out where you stand first. And get yourself a script you can actually afford." After the last class that afternoon, I walked out of school to find the Rolls-Royce parked in its usual spot.

He begged me not to tell my father, said Dad might see it as failure, might pull funding. So I stayed. And I kept the secret. And I waited. The company's worth three hundred million now. Three hundred million dollars built on my father's investment. On my money. On the connections I gave him. And he came home with a baby in someone else's belly. A knock at the door makes me jump. "Lucy." Patricia's voice. "Guests are gone. Living room. Now."

"Lucy, Lucy! Melody's 10,000 dollars didn't come from her bank. Do you know where she got it from?" Evan had always been a tease. I yawned. "Just spit it out. Don't tell me she made it all up?" "No. The cash exists, but…" "But what?" "It was payment for prostitution. She was paid by her so-called boyfriend that night. What is that if not payment? "Also, do you know she's married, too? I'm sure you didn't know about that." "Then, the 10,000 dollars?" "Her husband didn't give her the money. This came from my friends at the police station."

"I work for Luciano Mancini as his primary ally and right-hand man. I earn a six-figure salary and own my own apartment, this car, several properties, and have millions in the bank. Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?" Lucy’s eyes widened in sheer shock. The way he was listing his assets and status felt absurd—as if he were making a formal proposal rather than offering a simple lift home. She recovered quickly, her voice dropping into a flat, unimpressed tone. "That was entirely unnecessary, Mr. Santoro."

She deadpanned. " What? How did Lucy become your Sister? " " You never know, so you better keep your mouths shut Because I am watching you. " She announced as she walked away from them. " Who's she anyways? , All acting Big and mighty, isn't she just a cheap model who slept her way up? " " That's true, I recently heard that she got Married to CEO Daniel Romero. " " Really? No wonder she feels very proud now, I am very certain that she seduced him too. "

In fact, few people even knew Lucy was a multi-millionaire who owned the Knight Tech Group. Sara exhaled sharply, then pulled her phone to her ear. She practiced the best cheerful voice. “Hey girl!” Sara spoke, keeping her voice as optimistic as she could. Her eyes were glued on the letter. “Don’t hey me. What’s going on with you and your husband? Why am I seeing that slutty famous model… what’s her name… Emily Madrigo? She has posted a picture of her...” Lucy said, her British accent filling my ears.

I hope it's worth the heart attack which you've already given me? Lucy asked panting really heavily as she took a view of the post Bianca was showing her. "You've come here again with all this fake News. Is this true? How real is this bianca? Lucy is shocked by the amount displayed there for just being a Personal assistant. It's just fucking unreal to her. And the payment was really huge. It was ($2000) for a month and how true is that? "Tell me that you're probably lying bianca! " Come on Lucy this is true and I'm sure that you also know that! Thank God I wasn't the one who saw it but I'm currently showing it to you online right now so you should believe it.

“I don’t mean to be cruel, but I want to be honest. I’m here to help you make money, remember? And she’s not helping you with that.” “I know,” Nathan admitted. “I’m not thinking about the business when I’m with her.” “And that’s a problem if you want to make money,” Lucy said. “It’s already a problem, but it’s just going to get worse.” She grabbed a pen, scribbled something and handed him a slip of paper. It was big number and lots of zeros. “That’s the projection,” Lucy told him. “That’s all going to be yours if you choose the company.”