Novel & Cerita A Woman's Worth Book

“I read your book, babe.” “I remember.” Mia returned his smile, just briefly. “So you know that I met with dozens of women who’ve had acid thrown into their faces by men who felt that, somehow, the women had humiliated them. Turned down a marriage proposal, chosen another man, chosen to go to school or get a job. Something that challenged the man’s sense of worth, and his masculine ego, and his overblown entitlement to a woman as his personal, God-given property.” “Right. You wrote that it was like the woman had somehow taken his ‘face’ – his reputation or his credibility – and so the guy took hers in return.”

"Please just take it back." I couldn't speak. She stepped closer, her hand still shaking. "You say you have nothing to give? You gave me your trust. You gave me your honesty. You gave me the privilege of knowing who you truly are. That's not nothing." Her words hit me like a physical blow. I had spent my entire life being told I was worthless. And now this woman—this beautiful, kind woman—was telling me I had value. Why? What does she see something in me that I can't see in myself?

Was her dignity worth 500,000 dollars? Jeff pulled a check from his breast pocket, the figures—$500,000—clearly visible. "This check is yours the moment you start dancing for everyone," Jeff taunted, waving the paper in front of her face like bait. Amber’s resolve began to crumble. She had already lost her status, her home, and her pride in this city. People who once worshipped her now looked at her with disgust. She realized then that money was the only metric of worth here. Without it, she was nothing—even the office boys felt entitled to harass her.

And not with just a few hundred thousand dollars! From behind Nora, I admire her perfect back swishing in its corset. A woman like her is worth so much more than money, but I’m the only one who understands that. And that ’s the way it should be.

But a woman with no real value or usefulness? In the end, she’d never be able to hold her place.

Then, with the same blade tilt, “What’s a man like you doing paying a woman like me to stand beside him? You’ve got money, power, looks. Don’t tell me you couldn’t have a dozen socialites lining up to spread their legs for your last name.” I kept my breathing even. “I don’t pay for women. I pay for silence. For control.” I held her stare until she had to choose between blinking and losing. She didn’t blink. “That’s worth more than pussy, Amber. That’s why it’s you. You don’t beg. You don’t cling. You don’t play house.” I slid my gaze down to the knotted belt of her robe and back. “You play survival. That makes you worth the risk.”

“Of course. I mean, I did it right under your nose too.” My lips pressed thin as I tried to control the anger surging through me. “I guess you’re working with the big shots now, and they make you feel like you’re worthy of something, but I want you to know your real worth. Nothing. You live a life where you can be banished by even the people you’re working for today at any point in time.” A flicker of fear appeared in her eyes but was quickly masked, so I continued. Harder. “I, on the other hand, am worth everything. In fact, I am worth itself. I am who people claim to know just to get ahead in life, Ashantu. I do not have to pretend to be something else just to live amongst people she break

She gurgled something, gripping my fingers tighter, and I chuckled. “Of course you'll be as amazing as she is. You're going to run the world's largest business empire. It'll be a blast.” I felt that familiar rush of overwhelming love that hit me every time I looked at her. I had hundreds of thousands of employees at my beck and call, yet this three-month-old baby girl had me completely wrapped around her tiny finger, and I wouldn't have it any other way. "Every woman deserves safety," Zella was saying. "Every woman deserves to know her worth. And every woman deserves the chance to rise from the ashes of her past and be something beautiful."

She reached out and touched Vivian's arm with genuine affection, then looked between her and Adrian. "You know, I have said it before and I will keep saying it — I look at the two of you and I think, now there is a pair that makes sense. There is something right about it." She sighed, long and theatrical. "How I wish things had turned out the way they should have. How I wish the woman standing at my son's side tonight was someone like Vivian — a woman of real substance, a woman who built herself into something worth admiring instead of engineering her circumstances to suit her own agenda." Her eyes moved to me then, "Some women understand that a man's love and respect must be earned. That a

“You think you can just let loose in the middle of the market and no one’s gonna notice?” “I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” he snapped, the beer from earlier gone, replaced with that cold, focused anger that always made my stomach knot. “You think I don’t know what you are? What you’re worth?” Worth. That word made my skin crawl. The woman stepped forward, her voice low and measured. “If she’s finally unlocking her powers, we can use this. No more waiting around for scraps from the others. We’d have leverage.”