Vanna White, the beloved game show icon, has recentIy negotiated a pay raise for her role on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune, according to a new report. While she remains in talks to continue on the show after Pat Sajak’s departure, her pay for the regular Wheel of Fortune show is still undetermined. The negotiated deal pertains specifically to her invoIvement in Celebrity Wheel of Fortune, a 13-episode spinoff featuring 27 celebrities.
The agreement, reportedly reached through her attorney Bryan Freedman, known for representing high-profiIe figures such as Tucker Carlson and Megyn Kelly, is said to be worth $100,000 per episode.
This amount is considerably lower than the reported $400,000 salary Sajak, aged 76, earned during the show’s first season.
For White, this deaI represents a significant increase from her previous contract, as she had reportedly not received a raise in 18 years. However, the discussions surrounding her payment for the main Wheel of Fortune show, which she helped popuIarize since its debut in 1982, have hit a roadblock.
Currently earning $3 million, just a fifth of Sajak’s salary, White has requested 50 percent of Sajak’s $15 million annual earnings. Negotiations concerning this matter and her potential cut from the $400,000 weekly saIary for Celebrity Wheel of Fortune are still ongoing.
Despite settling on the $100,000 per episode deal for the spinoff, discussions about White’s continued role on the original game show remain unresolved. Sajak is set to retire at the end of the upcoming season, with Ryan Seacrest slated to take over the hosting duties, earning a staggering $28 million per year.
MY LATE PARTNER’S PARENTS SUDDENLY APPEARED & DEMANDED I GIVE THEM THE KEYS TO HIS HOUSE – I AGREED UNDER ONE CONDITION.
The air in the living room was thick with tension. Jason’s parents, his father, a man whose face I hadn’t seen since Jason was a teenager, and his mother, a woman whose icy glare could curdle milk, sat opposite me, their faces a mask of greed and indignation.
“He did leave you an inheritance,” I said, my voice calm despite the tremor running through me. I reached into my bag and pulled out a sealed envelope. “He wanted you to have it.”
Their eyes widened. They practically lunged for the envelope, their fingers trembling with anticipation. I watched as they tore it open, their faces contorting with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
The envelope contained a single sheet of paper, a handwritten letter from Jason.
“Dear Mom and Dad,” the letter began, “If you’re reading this, it means I’m no longer with you. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but I want you to know that I forgive you. I also want to express my gratitude to Sarah for the unwavering support she has given me throughout my illness. She was my rock, my confidante, my love.
“I know you might expect me to leave the house to you, but I believe Sarah deserves it. She helped me pay the mortgage for years, she cared for me when I was sick, and she was always there for me, even when you weren’t.
“I hope one day you can understand my decision.
With love, Jason”
The room fell silent. Jason’s father, his face contorted with rage, crumpled the letter and threw it on the floor. “This is an insult! He should have left the house to us! We are his family!”
His mother echoed his sentiments, her voice shrill with indignation. “He was under her spell! She manipulated him! He wouldn’t have done this if he was thinking clearly.”
I remained silent, watching them with a mixture of pity and satisfaction. Their greed was palpable, their love for their son a distant memory, overshadowed by the allure of material possessions.
“I understand your disappointment,” I said calmly, “but Jason’s wishes are clear. The house is mine.”
Jason’s father exploded. “You’re nothing but a gold digger! You only married him for his money!”
I rose to my feet, my anger finally erupting. “I married Jason because I loved him, not for his money. I was there for him when you weren’t. I supported him through thick and thin. I loved him unconditionally, even when his own family abandoned him.”
Jason’s mother scoffed. “Love? You loved his money, that’s all.”
I turned to leave, my head held high. “I will not tolerate these accusations,” I said, my voice firm. “Jason loved me, and I loved him. And I will honor his wishes.”
As I walked away, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t experienced in years. I had finally stood up for myself, for my love for Jason, and for the life we had built together. The house, a symbol of their greed and his love, would remain a testament to their lost opportunity and to the enduring strength of true love.
I knew the battle wasn’t over. They would likely try to contest the will, to find loopholes, to exploit any weakness they could find. But I was prepared. I had a good lawyer, and I had the truth on my side.
More importantly, I had Jason’s love, a love that transcended material possessions, a love that had proven to be stronger than any family feud, any petty greed. And that, I knew, was a legacy far more valuable than any house.
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