Tricia Cast Net Worth Novels & Stories

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“Good…. Okay? She reveals. “Tricia has been contacting people connected to the Smith family.” “She is trying to create a backup plan because she knows the empire is collapsing.” She continued. I kept silence. Waiting patiently for Dain to drop all information. Dain revealed something shocking. “Tricia was never only interested in Nelson’s money.” “There is another person behind her.” “Someone powerful.” She hesitated and continued. “Someone who has been funding her lifestyle.” I asked immediately. “Who?” Dian hesitated again. She says: “I don’t know his identity yet.”

The food was wonderful and the conversation was lively and happy. When they'd eaten their fill and treated themselves to dessert they returned to the living room to continue their conversations. Trish's cell rang and she looked at the caller ID. Her face froze and she looked at Ben. He walked over and she showed him it was Angelo. He took the phone and walked with her over to the foyer for privacy. "How much did John own them?" he asked her. "$40,000" she said with a desperate expression.

Liam saw this and interjected before another war broke out. “You’re mistaken, Lucian,” Liam said. “Trista is extremely talented. Her designs are cutting edge, elegant AND unique. And she’s the hardest worker I’ve ever known. Her position in my company has nothing to do with our previous marriage. She EARNED her position, just as she earned her own brand. If you’re too stubborn to see that, then I sincerely feel sorry for you. You’ll regret this. Because one day, Trista’s brand will be a household name. And you’ll be the man who passed her up. Is that really what you want?” Lucian thought about this for a moment. He seemed impressed by Liam’s praise of me.

I scrolled and scrolled. His net worth, according to Forbes, was fourteen point seven billion dollars. Billion. With a B. He was the founder of Blackwood Technologies. A company I had been hearing about for seven years. Because Tristan worked there. Tristan had been a marketing director at Blackwood for three years. Tristan had once spent an entire dinner party explaining to my mother who did not care what an honor it was to be in the orbit of someone like Damien. Damien. Like he knew him. He didn't.

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we

” Tricia asked him. "Anything apart from Grand Gold company, she can ask for any amount she wants” "Really?” Tricia squirmed happily while I just remained silent watching them. "Anything for you baby." He narrowed his eyes towards me. I just roll my eyes at him. "Clara, how much did you want to ask him? Remember you are doing two jobs here, being his wife and secretary so think of a better amount." She lean closer to me and asid, "I am not going to ask him for a single dollar." On hearing those words from me, Tricia gasps with shock written all over her face then I turn my eyes back to the direction of the asshole who was sitting comfortably on his king-size chair.

I glance up momentarily, and I see Tristan! Leaping up, I stub my toe so hard I'm bleeding all over the floor. But I don't care. I take the television off mute, then press rewind. Trey Diego and Gloria Vasala are selling The Black Corporation and The Black Corporation International for two trillion dollars. Although Trey and Gloria are the CEOs and spokespeople, I see Tristan in the back. I record it, pause it, then take photos of him. Paralyzed, I stare at his paused image in the back of this crowd for hours.

"The ring is going to be difficult to sell since the inside of the band is engraved. This looks like a token of love, Miss, and in my professional opinion, it's worth $2 million in the market. Whoever bought this was pretty generous and must have deep feelings for you. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" "No. Sell it and give me the cash value in gold. All of it." I was very sure of my decision. If Stefan really did have deep feelings for me, he would never have given me a fake ring and cheated on me. Moreover, $2 million was nothing to him. It was the same measly price he had paid for Trixie to become a brand spokesperson. Her so-called 'low-profile businessman' had spent well over

“So me bothering him is something he has to tolerate.” I turned to him seriously. “Slash—” “He’s always like this with me,” he continued, completely ignoring me. “Cold and cruel. But deep down, he’s always happy to see me.” Tricia relaxed instantly, letting out a small laugh. “Oh… I see.” She extended her hand toward him. “I’m Tricia.” “The heiress of the Verland Cooperative,” Slash said, shaking her hand. “Also one of the top beauties in the fashion powerhouse.” I nearly scoffed.