Built To Sell の小説・ストーリー

That’s not what comes naturally between us. That’s not what I want, and I’m pretty sure that deep down, it’s not what she really wants, either. What she really wants is to serve me. “They’re not going to want to sell,” my realtor says. “That building is hugely profitable for the property management company. They rent some of those units for—” “I don’t care. Whatever the cost, whatever you have to do to make it happen, get them to sell.” “Mr. Garvalle, I really don’t think…”

“I'm listening moma” “Why don't you market your landed properties and asset that the company haven't sold in a long time, advertise them with cheaper rates and prices that are mouth watering to attract masses then when they come tell them the real price but make sure it's not over price in a way you can still get your fixed income and profit, do this and you're going to sell all of your old properties and get back both your profit and gain you think id lost and make your your companies properties and asset displayed online is always well organized, standardly placed and cinematographically executed” I finished airing out my ideas and waited for him to say something but when I didn't hear any

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

Carter had been on his boss's jet for a few hours, so he felt in need of a drink. - "The real estate company wants to sell the property for a very high price, and you know it. Waiting for the crappy apartment for a few more months won't be a problem, but buying it now will definitely be" Evans was restless inside. He walked over to the glass that separated him from the lit city and sighed, turning the ring on his ring finger as he thought. That was what set him apart from thousands of other people. No matter what he felt, he always hid it.

No matter how much she tried to convince herself it wasn’t real, the truth weighed heavily on her chest: she was being delivered like a sacrifice. Her phone buzzed softly beside her—a message from Sophie. *Where are you? You sound scared. Please call me.* Amelia swallowed and locked her phone without replying. What could she say? *I’m on my way to meet the man who bought me.* The car finally slowed. When Amelia looked up, her breath caught. The building towered above them, sleek and imposing, all glass and steel. It looked cold, untouchable, and powerful, just like the man waiting inside.

There was no malice, just cold efficiency. “Are you saying this is… legal?” I asked. “Legal enough,” Liam said with a smirk. “No paper trail. No pack drama. Just a clean deal. You pay, I deliver.” I let out a breath, knowing that desperation was creeping in where resolve used to be. “Show me what you’ve got.” Liam’s smile widened. “That’s the spirit.” The casino lights were all for show. Flashy. Loud. Distracting. Designed to make humans feel like they were on top of the world, drunk on adrenaline. I didn’t even glance at the tables.

*Patricia’s POV* I felt the tension that surrounded the entire kitchen of the bakeshop as the news about the new owner spread. Everybody’s wondering why the old owner of the bakeshop sold the rights of all the branches of this bakeshop since business was doing well and in fact, the name of the bakeshop has been a household name already. They say that it was sold to an old man, but since he got sick, his son came to take over and handle the business.

The metal shimmered in the cold wind. "Is that a castle?" I whispered. Selene looked just as stunned. We watched as the car crawled up a driveway that seemed to hang off the edge of the world. The road was a narrow strip of stone with no guardrails and a lethal drop on both sides. This place wasn't built to be welcoming. It was built to kill anyone who tried to get in. "Definitely a castle," Selene agreed. "Think they have wifi?" I asked. It was a joke, but my voice was small.

The heat of the afternoon sun was nothing compared to the slow-burning fuse lit deep within Orion’s chest. As he navigated the manicured lawn, his presence acted like a tidal wave, parting the sea of socialites and businessmen. People reached out to touch his sleeve, to offer a handshake, or to pitch an idea to the youngest CEO to ever dominate the national market, but Orion moved past them with the single-minded focus of a heat-seeking missile.

"I really have no way out of this. I owe 500 thousand dollars. They said that if I don't pay up, they'll go to the police. I'll go to jail." I wanted to curse him out, but my tongue wouldn't move. All that came out was a faint, garbled breath. "Don't be too upset by this," he continued, though he was comforting himself more than me. "You'd be lucky to have Mr. Olson interested in you. With him, you'll be living the high life. That's way better than sticking with me, right?" Screw him. The car sped through the night, the scenery flashing by outside the window. I forced my eyes open, trying to figure out where we were. We finally stopped in front of a black wrought-iron gate I knew all too wel