Novel & Cerita Her Voice Was Full Of Money

she started, her voice mocking, “I was starting to think you would be dead by now. But it’s a good thing you’re really strong.” I opened my mouth to speak, my voice trembling. “Please… please, I don't know… why I'm… here or what I did… but I have money. Just… name your price. And my fiancé… is very rich. Just… name your price.” She laughed, the sound hollow, empty. “You are so funny thinking this is about money. Oh Stella, you can be so dumb.” Even with the disguise, I knew that voice. I didn’t know from where, but I knew that voice.

this time, her furious shouting blasted from the speaker. "What kind of trick did you pull on me? Where's my money? Where's my 50 million dollars? Why? Why am I still broke?"

Let's click again," We did. "Again," We did. "Do you hear that?" She whispered, her voice dropped low. "Hear what?" I asked concerned looking at my glass, hers, and then back to her face. "I don't hear- She clicked our glasses again, sassy. "That's the sound of you getting into money." What? "You're going to be swimming in some moneyyy. Some dollars baby girl, oh my God!" "Oh God," I rolled my eyes then, not minding her silly self as she danced on the couch. Drink in hand.

" That's not what I meant..." " I can make you filthy rich, not caring about financial resources anymore your whole life... I am already bored with Molly and I would like a new play toy in my boring life." He continued. He keeps hurting my pride, why is money ruining people's minds. Why do I have to listen to him belittling me like that? -" I don't give a damn about your money, you can find..." -" No I can't, you are the type that is rare to find and I guess I am sexually attracted to you." He interrupted me closing the distance between us.

Azzua interjected, feeling pissed off. “Your money, Mr. Azzua, meant nothing! I did not touch even a single dime of it! It is still lying in the account, from the first cent up to the last one. Go take your money. I don’t need it. I never needed it! It couldn’t buy me! Not even all your wealth can, Mr. Azzua! My son and I were priceless!” Her voice was cold, every word of it carrying the same weight as the others.

Figuring her out. "I'll tell you if you'll say yes," I said as she nodded. "You said you'll give me whatever I want? " she asked me as I again looked at her and smirked. Indeed money makes the loudest sound. "Hmm" I hummed her as she again nodded. And then the floor numVicktor. "You are mine

My brows were arched when I looked at the phone and the screen flashed her name, her phone number, and her picture, which was according to her, one of the most beautiful. Her voice rang in my head, trapping me on another deep thinking for the rest of the day. Her words were as if a riddle, a riddle that I need to decipher or else I'd die. "Money can make everything possible."

Money was nothing but she made him it seem more than that. “My music is paying very well,” she said, her voice dripping with arrogance. She didn't share a glance with me and her body movement was exceedingly conceit. “Plus, even if the company wasn't returned to us, I could still have paid him, you know. We are not poor, Dad!”

I stopped before the corner, pretending to adjust my earring, but I was watching and listening. She lifted her phone and pressed it to her ear, and her tone changed instantly Smooth and Businesslike. “It’s me,” she said softly. I couldn’t hear the person on the other end, but I didn’t need to. The silence between her words told me everything, this wasn’t a normal call. “Money isn’t the problem,” she said, voice sharp enough to slice through the air. “You’ll get triple what I promised” I froze. My chest tightened. Who was she talking to? And why does she have to make this call here? So much for “I have handled it” I muttered, shaking my head.

My voice was cold, laced with annoyance at her indecisive attitude. "You should know well that no man is going to pay you that damn amount for a night. What are you, Cleopatra?" my voice thick with sarcasm. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, the tremor in her voice evident. I watched as she sniffed back her tears. Taken aback at her sudden emotion, she didn't seem like she was faking it.