Sophie Dee Net Worth Novels & Stories

Amidst the crowd's shock and whispers, Sophie gracefully ascended the stage, causing a further stir. "Isn't that Sophie Luxford?" "She looks like her. But she was said to be dead..." The crowd was buzzing with disbelief and rumors. The once presumed-dead Sophie Luxford, Cedric’s former wife and the Luxford heiress, had returned as the CEO of Paramount Inc. Mr. Church greeted Sophie warmly, "It's been a long time, Sophie." "Indeed, it has," Sophie replied graciously. "I'm truly glad to see you again. Here is the wooden carving you've won."

Angelica wailed. Sophie smiled softly and stood up, she took Angelica's hand and placed the checkbook in it. "You don't have the money to buy my love for Asher." Sophie stated. "Wow, look who is talking, tell me, is a hundred thousand dollars too small for you? Don't worry, I can increase it, I can give you everything that I own, just leave us." She replied, Sophie smiled again.

She’d even designed matching shoes, with tiny pearls sewn into the toes. “Wow,” Maya said, leaning over her shoulder to look. “She’s going to lose her mind when she sees this. How much should we charge?” Sophia bit her lip. She’d never charged for her designs before – when she was married to Alexander, she’d made clothes for his friends’ wives as favors, never taking a penny. But now she needed to make money. To save for the babies. To build a life that was hers and hers alone. “Fifteen hundred dollars,” she said, surprising herself with the confidence in her voice. “For the dress and shoes. And if she likes it, she can spread the word.”

"Is there?" He smiled, and something in his expression made her stomach flutter in a way that had nothing to do with hunger. "For six months, you'll be Sophia Cross. You'll live in my penthouse, attend events at my side, and play the role of a woman completely in love with her billionaire fiancé. In return, you'll receive five million dollars, enough to pay for your mother's treatment and set yourself up for life." "Why?"

Lady Sophie said. "Precisely, but if you looked at her now, she's elegant, classy, and smart. I can't believe it with my own eyes. She even wears a limited collection from Hermes that is very rare and expensive. I was speechless." "Impossible! Where would she get the money? She's a nobody." "That was in my mind, Sophie. But believe me, she changed and pretended that she didn't know us." "That ingrate! She's a lowly servant. You should remind her that."

Dominic’s pov : Sophie pouted, her voice soft and coquettish. "Sir, don't buy me such expensive necklaces in the future. This much money can buy a lot of things. I could live off that for a long time." Nine thousand pounds. I took a slow sip of my wine, hiding my amusement. If she knew the real price of that necklace, she’d probably faint on the spot. Sophie had grown up in a modest home. In her world, nine thousand pounds was enough for her family to live comfortably for months.

“On the edge of the world?” She didn’t miss a beat. “Yes. With a mojito in hand, hair blowing in the ocean wind, and Liam Black low-key undressing you with his eyes.” I choked on the sparkling water I was sipping. “Sophia!” “What?” she grinned. “Am I lying?” I tried to compose myself, checking the tag on the dress. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Sophia. This dress is $4,800.” “And worth every single penny of my brother’s bottomless bank account,” she said sweetly.

she stated. I brought out my bank book and I wrote her a cheque. Sophie snatched it away from me. She gasped when she saw the price that was written on it. They were literally dollar signs falling out of her eyes. "Oh my god. Fifty thousand dollars? You really do love her a lot. You are willing to spend this amount of money just for some information on her. Why do you love her so much? Do you think that it's worth it for you to love her like this?" Sophie asked me.

was all she got out before her friend stamped on her foot. "Ow! That hurt! But seriously, does she look like a wine drinker? Mad Dog, maybe. Everything else would be lost on her." People were staring and Sophie looked like she wanted to disappear. I knew her, knew she lived with her mom and her two small kids. No husband, no child support, money was tight. I walked up and hugged her. "Congratulations, Sophie. If you ever want to sell it, I'll give you five hundred for it."

Mellisa’s POV “The fact is that Morgan Group has the resources,” someone in the crowd muttered. The tone carried that annoying confidence people get when they think they’re stating obvious truth. “And honestly,” another voice chimed in, “I heard Sophia’s salary is 15 million dollars a year. So her skill could rival Mellisa… maybe even better.” That “maybe even better” rolled under my skin like sand. Before I could react, Tony shot to his feet, his anger almost louder than the microphone.