El Precio Del Amor Novels & Stories

“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

she snapped, her pride flaring up despite her situation. “I can give it to you,” he said smoothly. “I can transfer it right now while we are on this call. It would barely make a dent in my account.” “Then…” “But,” he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave, becoming heavy and serious. “Nothing in this world is free. You taught me that last night, remember? Everything has a price.” Ava swallowed hard. “I know. What do you want?” “One night,” Nico said, his voice dropping to a predatory growl. “At my place. No spa rules. You do exactly what I say. No arguments. No slaps.”

Something was off. She was about to find out the hard way what it meant to cross a woman with vengeance in her heart—because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Meanwhile, on the bar terrace, Caesar chuckled as he reached for his coffee cup. “I swear, Everett’s mom almost made me auction myself off twice just to make Angelina smile.” “She was glowing after that auction,” Everett smirked. “And Amaliah’s bid? Five hundred million euros? You, my friend, are officially the most expensive man on the planet.”

Taunt Genta with a laugh. Sensing Kaylila's weakening, Genta loosens her grip. His hands stroked Kaylila's cheek, leaving Kaylila disgusted and looking away. "I love you so much, baby. I'm not going to let you be with anyone else. You're just mine. I'm the one who deserves to have you. I keep you chaste so that when the time comes, I will take away your chastity. You don't think I'm interested in seizing what you have? Very eager. I don't want to see you owned by anyone. You know that. But, you want to get married? With that guy? I'm not going to stay silent. You want to try? Go ahead." Genta's words make Kaylila fearless. The crying is becoming more and more.

“Did the beasts steal your sense of humor along with a bit of your larynx.” “I still don’t talk right,” I pouted. “You’re a little raspy,” he admitted, “but I find it sexy.” “Everything’s sexy to you,” I snapped. He threw his arms wide, smiled broadly, and said, “I’m a sexy guy who enjoys sex with my sexy lady. So, sue me.” I looked at the scar on my neck again and said, “This is not sexy.” “That is the sexiest part of you, my love,” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on my lips and left the room.

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

“He doesn’t want anything to do with me… He knows that I love Ambrose.” She opened the kitchen cabinet and took out two glasses of wine. “Do you think I’m crazy?” She chuckled softly while pouring some wine into my glass. “Loving someone isn’t crazy, sweetheart… but sometimes not a lot of people will understand that.” I took a sip of my wine. “You loved that man so much that you even had an affair with him when you were already engaged to someone else.” I groaned deeply. “That’s not really helping my case, Mom.” She smiled.

My heart slams into my ribs so hard it hurts. AURORA MCKURKIN (1989 — 2025) Her grave. I want to turn the video off, but I can’t. I grip the laptop so tightly my knuckles ache. Damian kneels, sets the roses down, and brushes dirt from the stone with a tenderness that makes bile climb up my throat. “You were right,” he murmurs, the wind hissing through the speakers. “Love is their weakest link.” My breath catches, sharp and painful. the timestamp in the corner blinks. recorded four days ago. four days. but Aurora has been declared dead for almost two months.

You can tell she's highly educated. [I heard it costs three hundred thousand a year to hire her. That's commitment.] [His son is amazing now. I ran into him the other day. He was speaking in a foreign language nonstop to my kid. My kid couldn't understand a word.] [This is what elite education looks like. His wife was just a housewife. Of course, she got left behind.] I handed the phone back to Selena. "Yeah," I said softly. "Looks great." Selena looked at me, like she wanted to say something, but did not.

Could someone truly be capable of such cruelty? Still feeling unsatisfied, Celine grabbed the hammer again and knocked out a few of my teeth. Only when my face and chest were soaked in blood did she finally stop. "I didn't want to be this harsh with you. Don't blame me—blame yourself. This is the price for seducing someone else's boyfriend. This is the punishment you deserve!" Celine spat coldly. I was on the verge of passing out. The events of the day felt like a nightmare. Her voice alone made me feel physically ill.