Tara Westover Net Worth Novels & Stories

"I need more details." Carina lifted her chin. "I need a man I can love, plus have $150,000 to throw away. And I need him urgently." Anna shook her head as if she had just emerged from the water. "For what?" "To save Tara." Anna blinked. "Tara?"

She opened the chat and typed a single word, “Okay.” A minute later, Leo replied. “I’ll give you 50 million as compensation for the past three years. The villa you’re staying in is yours. I’ll have my lawyer contact you for the transfer. Also, I’ll send someone to pick up my things and the car.” So, he didn’t even want to see her one last time. After leaving the spa, now dressed in fresh clothes and wearing a mask and sunglasses, Tara blended in discreetly. She was a public figure now—infamous, but still known.

"The TV." Noah turned. He looked at the screen. A photo of Vivian appeared. It was the same photo from the interview—dignified, tragic, strong. Next to it was the logo of a major publishing house. Monarch Press. Aria reached for the remote. Her hand shook. She unmuted it. "...sources confirm the deal is in the seven figures," the anchor was saying. "Vivian West, the estranged mother of tech billionaire Noah West, has signed an exclusive contract to write a memoir detailing the 'hidden history' of the West family dynasty."

, Ryan muttered coarsely. Tara’s iris dilated and mouth opened in a circle, “Twent…Twenty thousand dollars...!!!!... I can’t pay this much…”, she whimpered with gasping sobs, this was not a small amount that she can pay through her part-time job. “Then…go to jail…”, Ryan immediately said in a rough tone and looked at her expression. “No!!!... Please…I don’t want it…”, Tara pleaded with her teary eyes, her body begins to shake, her face pale yellow, and in nervousness, she started to bite her luscious lips.

Simon was puzzled and asked, "Tara Avery? The one who won the bronze medal this year?" "Yes. She's Master Carter's girlfriend. She's been very famous in Westchester City these years. Master Carter invested a lot in the art industry in Westchester City because of her." Another person joked, "Master Carter must have invested a lot to get her the bronze prize too." Someone immediately slapped his shoulder. "Come on, don't say that. What if Tara hears you?" The people laughed and shut up.

Tara closed her eyes and began to speak. She told us everything — the plan Eliora pitched her when she was still a scared girl in a dirty Miami motel, the fake birth certificate, the hush money she never spent because she was too afraid to touch it. She spoke until her voice cracked, until the wind off the ocean whipped her hair into her mouth and made her look like a ghost caught between leaving and staying. When she finished, I clicked off the recording and let the night swallow the last echoes of her confession. Tara stepped back. “That’s all I have.”

She doesn't believe in love and happy marriages. "I don't want to be a fool like Mom and Sasha. Because of love, Mom betrayed you, a rich and well-off person. She ended up as a beggar, right?" Tara smirked as she sipped her drink. "Because of love, Sasha, who used to study diligently, pretended to be religious, and only wanted a platonic relationship, ended up sleeping with an older man like you!" Tara's laughter grew even louder. "Look at her now. She didn't graduate college. Probably she is just a cleaning lady who does sideline 'services'. Hahaha, she's lucky enough not to get pregnant." "What do you mean, Tara?" I felt uneasy. At first, I didn't care when she said she loved me. I thought

'Tara says, "Why don't you establish a relationship with this man, at least we can go further to the next level with him because according to the investigation, this man is stinkingly rich, he inherited lots of properties from his late father and he traveled abroad and hustle for more than fifteen years, you suppose to know that he has money," Bibi says, "And what are you insulating?" 'Tara asked, "Catch feelings and marry him, organized a sum of two hundred million nairas for us and you will continue to enjoy your life with him, you will be in control of his finance and properties," Bibi says,

" I hung up and shook my head. Tara really had not changed. Not long after I got home, Cassidy sent me a message. [Sophia, are you watching Tara's livestream? She's at it again.] I was not planning to bother–but when I saw the screenshot she attached, I paused. Tara was wearing my stolen designer coat. Behind her was a luxury villa I had never seen before. I clicked in. The comments were flooding the screen. [Queen, you are gorgeous.] [That energy and elegance–unreal!] I frowned as I watched. Tara posed in front of the camera, speaking in an affected tone. "This outfit? Just something I picked up casually. Only tens of thousand."

“So where does this leave him?” “Deep inside, it’s his rebellion against his father, but he can still have a good life without the Winston money. When he turned eighteen, he got access to the trust fund I put under his name. It’s twenty percent of my net worth, but Lake is a good son who never wasted a penny. Instead, he invested that money at Hover, and then his father gave him a cheque. He invested it at Osmium and started his own solar energy, Archer Solar Solution. He used the dividend to fund a startup company, Infinite Media Inc., he founded and hired his friend Rusher Radcliff as his COO, now profiting millions of dollars.”