Patty Duke Net Worth Novels & Stories

I opened it and started reading. The first thing I learned was that Kingsley Duke had not always been broke. His father, Arthur Duke, had been a billionaire, the kind of man who owned hotels and shopping malls and half a dozen companies that operated across three continents. He had been married to Kingsley's mother, Evelyn, for thirty years. They had been happy, by all accounts. Wealthy, respected, with a son who worshipped the ground his father walked on. And then Arthur Duke made the mistake that cost him everything.

She and Scott hadn't even had sex. Never going to either. "There was no plan, Patricia—" "Oh please, don't bullshit me." Patricia cut her off impatiently. "I know you did it to keep the last name. I can't blame you either—Hunter money is hard to pass up." Money. That's all Patricia ever cared about, and she wasn't hiding it. "I'm just saying." Patricia continued. "You might be back, but I doubt anyone would accept you considering…" She trailed off. Then Patricia leaned forward.

“Duke, I’m not here to play games. Your company is on the edge. A single misstep could cost you everything—your shareholders, your reputation… even your position as CEO.” Duke’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I built that empire. I don’t need charity from the Harpers.” Alexandra’s smile widened, just enough to be dangerous. “Charity?” she echoed, voice silk over steel. “I think you’ll find that pride has a very short shelf life when your empire is crumbling.”

My dad smiled at this moment. “It's a she, so you should put in more effort. I heard she's the best among her peers. You're my very best, do everything possible to win her, even if you have to use your charms. See ya!” My dad stormed out of my office, way before I could ask further questions. “Oh boy! This is what it means to be the Duke of Cadenza and the son of the number one business tycoon in the country.” “Osas, rather than spewing gibberish, how about you help me with this, huh?”

Did she want to make her jealous on purpose? The top actress saw that Eliza was uninterested. She smiled and said, “Don’t misunderstand. I just pity President Patterson a little. He has to spend seven to eight million dollars on his fiancee every month. There are also jewelry pieces that cost tens of millions of dollars. I guess he must have a headache as well. After all, President Patterson hasn’t inherited his family business. Eldest Young Lady Tanner is famous for spending lavishly. I heard she spends 300 million dollars of her family’s money in a month. The Tanner family must be exasperated.” Charity got curious. “Is she able to earn money herself?”

“Listen to me, Damon. I’m not giving up until you’re debt-free, even if it means I have to—” Her words were interrupted by the sound of the TV in the corner of the room. “Breaking news,” the anchor announced. The screen cut to a photo of a man with sharp features, perfectly styled hair, and a smirk that made Vanya’s stomach churn. Rex Patterson. Her breath hitched as the image flashed across the screen. The voice of the anchor continued, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. “Billionaire mogul Rex Patterson is making headlines yet again as investors pour billions into Patterson Empire, citing his unmatched vision and leadership. Sources say this deal could mark one of the largest investm

"P&G Industries. I started it six years ago. When Christian and I were married." "Wait." Sandra held up her hand. "P&G Industries? The P&G Industries? The one that designs for celebrities?" "Yes." "Jane, that company is huge. It's worth way more than fifty million." I looked down at my hands. "I know." "How much?" "About two hundred million." Sandra stared at me. "Jane, you're telling me you're worth two hundred million dollars?" "On paper, yes." "And Christian doesn't know?" "Nobody knows. I've kept it secret this whole time."

“I don’t know why my mother would tell you something like that. I can’t believe she wanted you to marry me so badly she’d make up numbers to make me sound like a better catch.” Patrick’s jaw tightened. “I gave you everything they left me,” she went on. “All of it. I have nothing left. The only savings I have are a hundred thousand tins, and even that’s half gone after two years of not working.” He stared at her, stunned. He wanted to believe her, but the numbers rattled around in his head like stones. 100 million. Nine hundred million. The kind of wealth that could change everything. “Can you loan me the hundred, then?” he asked finally.

I shrugged as she scoffed. "If you're really into being an independent woman, why don't you just ask him to start a big business for you? You won't even have to go to work, he will get you a manager and that's it!" She fused as I twitched my lips. "Have you ever checked his Networth on G****e? This young man has 800 billion dollars to his name and that is just an internet record, he definitely has way more than that in real life!" Annette said as my heart jumped, 800 what!? I didn't know he was with such an amount! He doesn't even act it at all!

Whoever was behind Duscia Corporation was a mysterious force that was much more powerful than the Yeager family. Patricia was in such dire straits at this point that she had to work for others to support Dustin. It would be lucky enough if they were not already destitute. “Hattan isn’t that big of a city. Investing 2 billion dollars isn’t a very smart move,” Zack said with a frown.