Can't Buy Me Love Novels & Stories

Divya cut her in between "Okay anyways, there is only a week left for the wedding and I have so much work being from both the groom's side and the bride's side, now let me go!!! okay bye!" "bye" Meera said reluctantly. She wasn't assured. she wouldn't be if he were any other guy either. She hadn't been in a relationship ever, she was scared of intimacy, what if he expected love - physically or mentally! that was a concept alien to her! forget kiss, she barely even hugged anyone. She hated physical touching of any kind! it just sent some chills down her spine. Neverthless, she did what she never thought she'd have to do, helplessly rest her destiny to the gods.

His fingers drummed against the table before he muttered, “It just happened, Raina. Don’t make a scene.” I stared at him, unable to process anything. His mother sighed softly, shaking her head. “You’re a sweet girl, Raina, but you’ve been so sick. You can barely handle stress. My son needs someone strong beside him. We can’t allow him to marry you, not like this.” The monitor on my wrist began to beep faster, louder. “No…” I whispered, pressing my trembling hand against my chest. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Zane. “I’m like this because of you,” I gasped. “If I hadn’t given you part of me… I’d be fine. I’d still be me.”

"She was happy before you showed up with your money and your fancy cars. You bought her, Niklaus! You bought her with a contract and a shiny life she didn't want. You think she loves you? She loves the security you provide. That’s all!" I took another step, my eyes locked onto his. "You’re wrong, Dan. You think love is something you can own. You think you can just kidnap a person and force them back into a life they outgrew years ago. But love isn't something you buy, and it’s definitely not something you can steal." "Shut up!" "I didn't buy her love, Dan," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl. "I earned it. By respecting her. By letting her be her own person. Something you were never ma

I could not afford to waste my youth waiting until I was over the age limit and lost the qualification forever, or until the day he might finally change his mind. If I wanted it, I needed to fight for it. George's gaze locked on me for a long while. An emotion I couldn't name flashed across his eyes. He softly coaxed, "I understand it's been five difficult years, but please be patient and wait another year. Ivy, I promise you. It won't be long." He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me, lifting a hand as if to wipe away my tears. I dodged his approaching hand and mocked, "Why do I have to wait? Did you give the spot to someone else? Let me guess. It's Mia, right?"

He stumbled back and called me, but all he heard was a cold, mechanical voice telling him he had been blocked. Robert refused to give up. He tried to leave a voice message on WhatsApp, and a red exclamation mark popped up almost immediately. Robert tried every possible way to reach me, only to find he'd been blocked on every possible platform. His heart dropped. Then, he ran out of the apartment, his mind consumed by a single thought. He had to find me and make me call off the wedding. I couldn't marry someone else. He wouldn't allow it. In seven years, he had rarely gone there on his own. He always used work as an excuse to brush off my family. But now, they were his only hope.

I said coldly, yanking my hand away. His eyes darkened for a brief moment, but then he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m not asking for much,” he continued. “Just give me a chance. Be mine, Callie. That’s all I want. I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you everything you could ever dream of.” “You can’t buy my love,” I snapped, my voice trembling.

He didn’t need to raise his voice to silence a room. “I told you not to come on my behalf,” I said, forcing my voice to sound steady. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk. “I didn’t. You heard me. That company used my model’s image without permission. That’s a problem I need to handle… love.” Love . . . I blinked, my heart thudding just a little too fast. I played it cool, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Do you need to attend such a small event yourself?”

Remi ignored him, stubbornly continuing, “Mr. Graham, the final piece today was sold far beyond its value. If you wish, I could–” “Remi…” Perhaps her insistence on calling him Mr. Graham made him look slightly hurt. “I don’t care if it costs more than it’s worth. As long as it’s yours, or something you like, I don’t mind paying whatever it takes.” She looked up at him, unable to understand how he could fall for her at first sight. To avoid future complications, she decided to make herself clear. “Mr. Graham, you know I had a very painful and humiliating marriage. So, I’m not interested in starting a new relationship.”

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"The fireworks for that day must be the most expensive and the best. "Also, go bid on that Ocean's Tear necklace she likes. I'll give it to her on that day." Listening to his words, I lost myself for a brief moment. It almost seemed as if Martin loved me deeply. However, as quickly as the ‌thought appeared, I snapped myself out of it. Looking up and catching sight of the wedding photo of Martin and Julia, I let out a cold laugh. I opened a page on my phone, which was continuously popping up with successful transfer notifications.