El Precio De Amarte Capítulo 12 Novels & Stories

Alexander growled as he held the love of his life in his arms. Amari, unable to take the betrayal any longer, ran towards the forest as fast as possible. She ran and ran and ran until she couldn't any longer. She reached a cliff that offered a perfect view of the magnetic moon. She plopped her weary body on the grass and cried. Her painful wails could be heard from the packhouse, yet no one recognized who they were coming from. It took a better part of an hour for her to cry herself out. Her throat was sore, and she was sure her voice would be hoarse in the morning. Amari stared into nothingness and contemplated jumping off the cliff. How was she supposed to live with this pain? How was she

She said this, crossing her hand under her chest, her eyes still gleaming with awe. “Well, I'm not taking chances.” I voiced as I walked to my side of the bed. Then I made an invisible line in the middle of the bed with my hand. “Don't worry love, I won't cross over to your side.” I don't know what happened, but the energy in the room suddenly shifted to something more intense and sparks began to fly as we held gazes. It suddenly felt like there was a magnet between us, pulling us closer to each other. Unfortunately, the magnet soon snapped as Isabella looked away, swallowing hard.

“Fourteen!” “Seventeen!” Dante doesn’t move until the room quiets. Then he lifts his hand lazily. “Twenty.” The crowd stirs. A few others try to push the price higher, but Dante doesn’t even blink. Finally, the hammer falls. SOLD ! For twenty million naira to Mr. Dante Morelli. Applause. Cameras. Whispers. Amara stares at him, that calm, controlled expression masking something far deeper. Loss. Love. Maybe both.

I still wanted to see all the beauty this world had to offer. With desperate determination, I suddenly leaped to my feet, nearly throwing myself at Ryan, tears streaming down my face. "Ryan, can you say you love me? I'm begging you. As long as you love me, I'm willing to give you anything!" Ryan's face filled with concern. He didn't seem to mind the strange smell from my body at all, gently cupping my face in his hands. "Silly girl, of course I care about you." No, no, that's not it! Those aren't the right words!

“Why did you take my phone that had Luna’s contact information? You deliberately made it so I couldn’t reach Luna, snuck into the Larsons’ estate, and took my Luna away, didn’t you? You want to replace her because you’re jealous of her, so you hid my Luna, right?” George let out a bitter laugh and suddenly dropped to his knees. “Annie, I’m begging you, take everything from the Larsons. I don’t want anything. Just give me my Luna back, please!” Annie froze for a moment, then started laughing bitterly. However, her laughter soon turned to tears, shifting from a pained smile to a wild, reckless laugh. “George, I’ve loved you for ten years! Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything but your lo

He was disgusted with me, after all, so why would he admit that I was his fiancée? What he didn't know, however, was that I had died in the ward right next to the one he was in. I thought back to how I had used all my strength to grab the hem of his pants, pleading, "Please save me… I'm going to die… “Don’t abandon me… Please save me…” Anyone who saw the large pool of blood underneath me wouldn't have remained indifferent, yet my beloved fiancé only looked down upon me with disgust. "Elodie, can't you show a little kindness? Don't you see that Celeste is unconscious?!"

“Hundred million? Two hundred? Whatever it takes, just name your price and I am going to pay you. Just give Alexander back to me because I loved him first and…” “First of all, Alex isn’t some commodity that you pay for, and secondly…” I handed the file back to her. “This isn’t first come first served. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve liked him for. It’s who he likes that matters.” I told her and she took a step closer to me. “You don’t know what you’re up against, now, do you, Amelia?” She asked me and I smiled. “You’re here to threaten me, aren’t you?” I asked her and she shook her head.

Noticing Aidan's prolonged silence as he dropped his gaze, Amira leaned in, rubbing his cheek affectionately as she made him look at her. He could see the raw desire in her eyes. He wanted to distance himself from her, but she stopped him and repeated, "I’m going to give you twenty million dollars, my love." He pinched his nose as she held his face firmly, whispering seductively into his ear, "I’m willing to write the check right now and even add some tips if only you could refrain from soothing me at this moment."

Doesn’t she love me anymore? ”Name your term,” I answered. ”No! I want to know how much you think my price is.” There was anger in her voice. I do not want to give a price because she is priceless, and I have no intention of letting her go. But if naming a price would determine the number of days I can have her, I decided to give her a low price. That way, I’d be able to keep her longer. ”Ten thousand!” She blurted a disgusted chuckle and then answered, ”Twenty thousand!”

The number he gave nearly stopped her breathing. Impossible. Completely impossible. She closed her eyes tightly while shame flooded her chest. “I understand,” she said quietly before ending the call. Silence swallowed the penthouse. Damien already knew. Of course he did. Amara hated how exposed she suddenly felt standing there with tears threatening her vision. She looked away quickly. “I can’t do this.” But the sentence sounded weak now. Uncertain. Damien approached slowly. Not predatory. Worse. Patient. “You love your brother,” he said quietly.