Vanessa Rider Net Worth Novels & Stories

Even the most patient person would’ve been hard-pressed to stay calm after hearing that, let alone someone like Vanessa. With a cold laugh, Vanessa scoffed. “Do you really think your artist is worth Mariah’s time? You clearly don’t know your place. Mariah graduated from a top university, she’s a rising star in the stock market—smart, talented, and gorgeous. If she really were with your artist, it’d be ‘him’ who’s out of his league.” With that, Vanessa turned on her heel and headed back upstairs, not sparing the people in the van another glance.

By morning, Vanessa’s name was trending. Not Mrs. Alexander Cole. Not The Contract Wife. Just Vanessa. Stripped of protection. Stripped of context. Fed to the public like a story they could dissect, distort, and destroy. She stared at the screen in silence as headline after headline refreshed itself into existence. WHO IS VANESSA COLE AND WHAT IS SHE HIDING? FROM NURSING STUDENT TO BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE: A PERFECT ASCENT?

Jericho said, then left. Jack decided not to make their boss wait. He immediately went to her office and knocked three times. After hearing her said "come in," Jack carefully opened the glass door. He was always mesmerized by the elegant design of the room. Cozy, extravagant, but not intimidating. "Aren't you going to sit down?" A lustrous voice of a woman said from the window. She is Vanessa Van Heim. A thirty-four-year-old single lady with a net worth of 7 million a year. The Van Heim Architectures is not her only business. She's a woman of ambition, drive, and fierce passion.

Tracy POV I sat in my cell at Sacramento Women's Correctional Facility, staring at the newspaper article about Vanya's appearance on The Today Show discussing her experience as a victim of conspiracy and fraud. The headline read "From Housewife to Business Empire: How Vanya Reed Survived False Accusations and Built a National Brand." In the photo, Vanya looked confident and successful, wearing a beautiful navy suit and her signature jewelry designs. The article described how Goddess Jewelry had expanded to fifteen states and was being featured in major fashion magazines across the country.

“You are not a star, Elena. You do not need this chance. But Cassandra does. This endorsement fits her. In return, all of the f*e will be passed to you. I will add more. Cassandra's agent, Zaira, will give their share too. We only ask for your silence.” Elena said nothing. Her gaze pierced through him. Drake's voice pushed on. “You can earn this without effort. No hardship. Why not take it?” Elena’s lips parted at last. “So tell me. How much is Drake offering this time? How much is Cassandra's agent willing to add? And how much is the endorsement f*e itself?” “The f*e is Ten million dollars. I will add four million. Cassandra's agent will not offer less than me.” Elena spoke, voice like a bl

Her voice was low but filled with pure venom, making sure the nearby guests couldn't hear her high society slip. Vanessa didn't flinch. She slowly turned her head, looking Ariel up and down with a calm, amused expression. "Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" "You know exactly who I am talking to," Ariel sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at Vanessa with deep disgust, treating her like an annoying bug. "I saw what you just did. I saw you begging for Julian’s number. Let me make one thing very clear to you, little girl. Julian Vane belongs to me. He is a global billionaire superstar, and his family and my family are already planning our future together. So back off from my ma

Why she is so fucking resistant to my advances. She wasn’t like other girls in this school. She was quiet and kept to herself. She didn’t care what other people had to say and she wasn’t begging to have a cock in her like all the other dumb bitches were. She was untouchable, or at least that’s what Brady had told me. God knows he spent a stupid amount of time speaking to Noah about her just so that he could relay that information back to me. Which is why he believed I was making a mistake. Because out of everything that Noah supposedly told him…Vanessa wasn’t someone who was easily taken. And after last night…my decision was sealed. There was no way in hell any guy here would be able to make

" I wondered quietly. Vera was so stupid and dumb to the point where she kept following my footsteps. She was so gullible, even if I told her to put her hands in fire, she definitely would have. She kept ditching the billionaire guy. Times when she was sent to meet him, she would run along to me leaving him hanging and deceiving her family that she was with him while all the time she was with me. After I threw her in jail, I thought he would have given up on someone like her. Clearly she had nothing to offer and she didn't even know what she wanted. I brushed my hands through my face and finally decided to properly look him up, "R.A.Y.M.O.N.D A.N.D.E.R.S.O.N." From the looks of things he has

liked it. Not the scandal or fame. But the fact that Ryker looked at me like that. Like I mattered to him. Leah held my hands. “This is it, girl.” I blinked. “This is what?” She leaned forward, her voice soft but electric. “Your comeback. This is your chance to rise again, Vanessa. Scandal sells and you’ve got the perfect headline. Let’s take it and run.” A sudden weight dropped on my shoulder. I couldn’t blink, afraid my exhaustion would be laid bare.