At All Cost Book Novels & Stories

She questioned, the hurt evident in her voice. "No dear, it's far from that. You should know that I will never want to hurt you. This is no ordinary book, it's a very special book and I've spent all the money I previously saved on this book." Hendrick revealed and Aurelia's frown deepened. "What?! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? How could you spend all the money we saved on a stupid book?" Aurelia questioned, evidently livid. And I felt slightly offended for her calling books stupid, books are awesome.

"You have become intolerable since gaining access to that book," I told him the moment I answered. "You gave me evidence," he said, holding the page up to the camera. "I gave you literature." "With commentary," he said. "You wrote that love always costs somebody more. What did you think it would cost you?"

She immediately plastered on a smile and replied, "Yes, Mr. Fletcher! At our company, we usually eat casual food together, just like one big family. The atmosphere is super relaxed." Rosalie was even more clueless about reading the room. She started digging into the food herself while running her mouth without a filter. "You have no idea, Mr. Fletcher! Our company can barely afford to pay base salaries anymore. Ms. Gardner said we needed to cut costs, so I carefully selected these dishes. I read online that big shots like you who are used to fancy food actually prefer 'comfort food'.., If you like what we ordered, maybe you could give us another shot, pretty please!"

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

Diane finally lifted her eyes to look at me, her gaze sharp with scrutiny and laced with mockery. "Kian, I heard you studied finance. You sit in a temperature-controlled office all day. Do you even know how much a delivery rider makes per order out there in the heat? "Do you know the price difference between a pound of vegetables and a pound of meat? You’ve never experienced the most basic realities of life. What gives you the right to talk about building anything?" Her questions left me speechless. Olivia shot me an anxious look, trying to smooth things over. "Mom, Kian, he—"

"Then start buying right away. With your current status, I'm sure you could easily achieve those two." "How I wish that were true. You would think I have a lot of money today because I'm renowned and my books are selling well, but that's not the truth. In the first place, writing isn't a high-paying job, especially in the Philippines. I couldn't even afford to rent a place by myself, so I had to settle for a roommate, though I'm not complaining because Leo is simply amazing." Caesar was silent for a few moments before speaking again. "That Leo... is he a man?"

"Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!" "Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be beaten to death. Who does she think she is, stealing someone else's man?" "And she said she was Shawn's mom? As if!" Celine gazed at me like she was admiring a piece of art she had crafted. Then, she pulled out her phone and began recording a video. She focused the camera on my face, which was now covered in swollen red rashes from my allergic reaction. I had been raised in comfort and luxury—I had never once endured hardship. Yet here I was, beaten to a bloody mess and humiliated on video.

I search for a way to reach the top and continue my work when I see a little seat where I could climb and have sufficient height to arrive at the top. I do so and find myself not still arriving, remark the bookshelf is long, but is better than before. I straight my hand to attain the next document but the door beside the bookshelf opens shaking the little seat I took and making me lose control of my feet on the chair and preparing to fall.

She said happily. "No, I would go back home without you. You are free to stay." Kabir said and turned to look at his wife, her face was wrinkled from the anger that overshadowed her face. He was sorry he had to cut the trip short, but his priority now was the mother who could die if he denied her of his medical expertise. "Okay, I promise to get you the latest Cashmere of your choice." Clara's face brightened a little, " And also the latest Samsung Galaxy Note."

In fact, I was so panicked that my speech failed me. Julia opened the box, lifted the cover, and took out the glass trophy I usually handled with the utmost care. "It says 'First Prize for Information Science.' What's so special about this cheap trophy? It's in such a fancy box. Let's smash it!" Julia said. I cried out, "No! Don't smash it!" As Julia raised the trophy over her head to smash it, I ignored my pain and scrambled to my feet while shouting, "You can break anything else. Give that trophy back to me, please."