For What It's Worth Book Novels & Stories

Indeed, it was all worth it. END OF VOLUME FOUR. …. A/N : Yo guys! What do you think about the chapter?

His book collection catches my eye. “Do you like to read?” An obvious question. “Does the pope shit in the woods?” I walk to his bookshelf. Some of these first editions are remarkable. I bet they aren’t even his. The acoustic must be his. “May I?” He nods. I pick up the guitar and lean on the side of his desk. “Do you play?” With my back turned to him, I strum a few chords. “I used to.” He clears his throat.

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

he added. I looked at him. Really looked. “And it doesn’t mean we don’t get to have it while it lasts.” Something inside me shifted. Not dramatically. Not loudly. But deeply. “You make it sound so simple,” I said. He shrugged lightly. “It’s not simple.” His gaze held mine. “It’s just worth it.” That word settled into me. Worth. Not survival. Not necessity. Choice. I didn’t realize how much I needed that until now. My fingers tightened slightly around his hand.

And if he really thought he was going to wait for me to finally decide that I was worth it, he was completely wrong. ANNOUNCEMENT: If you're enjoying the book, stop by the author's I*******m for more! Follow @maryd.sant for extra content and updates.

And that was worth more than any empire, any fortune, any power. That was worth everything. THE END

I asked anxiously, "Where are my books and the files that were in the boxes?" Quentin shrugged and said, "We thought you didn't want them anymore, so we gave them to Clara to sell as scrap." When I heard those words, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I collapsed weakly onto the floor, closing my eyes in despair. Those files contained nearly a year's worth of data from my round-the-clock research, and now, it was all gone. Besides, the house was massive, and they could have stored my things in the basement instead of just throwing them away when they converted my room into Elaine's music room.

I raised an eyebrow. “A book? Seriously?” I repeated again still turning it over repeatedly. She shifted uncomfortably. "I...I just thought you might appreciate it." I flipped through the pages, noticing the worn edges. "You've read this before, haven't you?" Alexandra's cheeks flushed. "Maybe...once or twice." I looked up at her, my expression skeptical and incredulous. "You're giving me a used book?" She rushed to explain. "I just wanted to share something meaningful with you. It's not about the price or the condition; it's about the thought."

Victor glanced toward the stage. "You noticed both problems before the executives did." "I happened to see them." "No." His voice became quieter. "You understood them." I didn't respond. He studied me for another moment before asking. "You've worked in finance?" "No." "Consulting?" "No." "Corporate management?" "No." His smile returned. "Then where did you learn to read financial models?" I shrugged. "I read." "That's not an answer." "It's the one I have." Victor laughed softly. "You know, Ethan, there are people in this room who have spent twenty years studying business and still wouldn't have caught what you caught."

Damian Blackwood, the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack, and I had grown up together, yet he told the entire pack I was worthless. "I'm going to be Alpha one day. I'll lead the entire Blackwood Pack. But you're stuffy and dull, and apart from a pretty face, you're worthless." After that, the entire pack knew me as nothing more than a pretty ornament who coasted on her father's name. Later, war came to the Blackwood Pack. The moment Damian rode out to suppress it, I asked my father to arrange a political match with another pack and let me bond with someone else. It was hard on my father, but he agreed. Six months later, Damian returned victorious, only to find that I had already become another