El Precio De Tu Amor Novels & Stories

Amor said. "I'm not interested in money, mother" Bella protested "I know, but I have to give my wealth to my daughter" Amor said. "How....how did this wealth?" Bella asked. Amor gave a weak smile and narrated; "After I had left, I was able to travel to Italy, where I had met a wealthy man, an investor with lots of bonds and shares and investment in and out of Italy. He was alone, with no wife or children and he was very old too. He was my ticked out of suffering and so I wooed him and somehow made him love me. He then married me. I was comfortable with him and I never minded his old age as long as I had the money, comfort and luxury I so much desires. Then, he died after two years of our mar

Since I’m with Bavina already, I didn’t miss this chance, besides she’s the only girl I know who could help me to get rid of that f*cking marriage! “If this is still a no for you, meet with your Dad alone,” she says while glaring at me, I chuckled. I nodded, “How much is that?” “6,000 pesos, sir,” the saleslady answered. “What?! Wait, this is too much! It’s too expensive, I’m just go---” I cut her lines by grabbing her and held her on her waist. “Here’s my card, sorry, I just have a misunderstading with my girlfriend,” I spoke to the saleslady, she smiled before she went to the cashier.

"Miss you just woahhhh just one night" “Fuck shit, how much is your price miss?” "How much for this girl?" asked a black American to the maneger. "60k sir, the cheapest prize for you sir" smiled the manager to Black American and took the money. The black American immediately pulled me off the stage and carried me to a room here. “Your mine for the night baby girl” He unbuckled his belt and undressed his self in front of me and so his underwar he slowly pulled it down and as it went down it got darker and darker its color….

ISLA'S POV The dress costs eight thousand dollars. I know the price because I saw the tag before I cut it off, and my brain instantly did the conversion: six months of rent at my old place, or four months of my father’s heart medication before he died. It is midnight blue silk that catches the light like oil on water. Backless. The same one Gabriel unzipped four days ago, his fingers brushing my spine, before the video file shattered everything. I stare at my reflection in the vanity mirror.

He said, voice still cold and eyes glaring at me. "Ummm...." Romeo and Juliet, what do I think of them? I can't think straight right now. I tried to calm down so I could answer his question. "Ro..." I cleared my throat. "Romeo and Juliet's love was intense and beautiful as we all know, it shows how powerful love can be, and how tragic it can become when you let your emotions do the thinking." I said finally, satisfied with myself for not stuttering. "Is that so Mr Fernandez?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

ANGELA “I will get married to the man I am in love with, Dad!” I protested loudly as I sat opposite my father that evening at the dinner table. Mom was caught between the fight that we had been having for over two weeks now, but I could tell that even through her silence, she agreed with my father. She was doing nothing in my defence, and it hurt to even think about it. “Angela,” Dad’s nostrils flared as he glared at me. “You are my child, and my child can not get married to someone like Ethan Ambrose. He has not made a name for himself in anyway, and neither have his parents.”

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

I cried. I poured out my heart to her hoping she would just laugh and say that it was all a joke or that she would just realize the mistake she was about to do. "Damn it, Matt." She burst out. “Can’t you see that this has been coming all along? You’re just a dumb ass. I’ve never loved you. I just had to stick with you because I knew you love me and was willing to take care of my bills. How would you expect me to be in love with a weakling like you? Shane is way much better than you. He had to propose to me yesterday coz I told him I was pregnant for him.”

She pressed play and my world shattered. Anna’s voice was clear and sharp. “Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the offer?” A pause. Then Luciana’s measured voice. “We only want what’s best for everyone.” Anna scoffed. “Please. Just tell me the number.” Mother’s voice was clipped. “Ten million dollars.” Anna laughed. But the recording skipped slightly, and when her voice returned, it was cold. “That’s pocket change, I want more.” Another pause. Then Anna’s voice again, lower, deliberate.

Amelia quickly caught that hint of wariness, making it clear she had asked the right question. Amelia looked up, her fingertips gently tapping the counter: "Four thousand? It's not worth that much. Based on the market price, it's only about $800 or $1,000. Isn't that a bit expensive? Boss, since I really want to buy it, can you give me a better deal? I don't have that much cash on me." "You get what you pay for," Angelo replied firmly. "This isn't like those fakes you find on the street. If you really want it, $3,800, not a dollar less."