Is Anyone Worthy Is Anyone Whole の小説・ストーリー

Finding worth. It had been worth it. Every struggle. Every sacrifice. Every moment of doubt. All of it worth it for this. Aria spoke at the celebration. "My grandmother taught me that rank does not define worth. That omega, beta, or alpha—we are all valuable. We all matter." She looked at me with love. "She changed the world. And now it is our job to keep changing it." The crowd roared approval. I felt proud. And ready. Ready to rest.

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter. " The William family has offered us a huge sum of 5 million dollars for our princess, of course it's because she is carrying their grandchild. It will help us alot especially in our business. The other benefits are the three contracts which Mr William said he needed to talk to u about and if you won't like them, he will then offer them to one of his friends. Are we not lucky to get such opportunities? Don't you think we should speed up ... "Enough! I have had enough of àll this woman. Money, it's just money, money is all you think about! What kind of a human being

“Mr. Sebastian Hughes III, I’m Anna Walsh of Women’s World Magazine. We would be delighted if you could grant us an interview. Since you’re voted as the Sexiest Billionaire, we’d be honored to put you in our cover for next month’s issue.” “Call my PA Elle to arrange an interview.” So my ego fluctuated when I heard the news, but unfortunately, it made my life miserable. I mean who would have thought your haircut would be big of a deal? And even the coffee you drink, and verywhere I go, people took pictures of me.

Coming forward to me, Maureen gently pulled me around to face her by placing her hands on my shoulder and turning me around. "Ava, you are looking absolutely stunning right now, but even before we began our transformational act on you, you were already very stunning when we first saw you. Listen to me, your worth is not in how you seem; rather, it is in the way that you are here. I hope you are aware of this?" She continued by pointing to the location where my heart was located and saying, "Your worth is in what and how you think about yourself. You alone are the only person who can truly assess your worth. One more thing, my dear, you are the author of your own story, and you are the queen

"It's not fair! I'm better than her! I'm richer, prettier, more sophisticated!" "Apparently, Ethan doesn't agree," I said. "Marcus, that's not helpful," my mother snapped. "I'm just being honest," I said. "For once in my life, I'm being completely honest." I looked around at the destruction—shattered glass, broken furniture, holes in the walls. "This is pathetic," I said. "We're pathetic." "How dare you!" my mother said. "We're Wellington's! We're..." "We're NOTHING!" I shouted, surprising everyone including myself. "Don't you get it? We're nothing anymore! The Wellington name is worthless! Our money is gone! Our reputation is destroyed! We're about to lose this house!"

“I was once told that my dreams were too big, that my ambitions were too grand. I was once told that a woman like me, a woman with my background, was meant for a smaller life. I was once told that I was a burden, a liability, a weakness. And for a long time, I believed it. For a long time, I lived in the shadows, a woman who was too afraid to fly. But then, I was given a choice. I was forced to face the truth. And the truth was, my worth was not determined by my past. My self-worth was not determined by a man, by a family, or by an empire. My self-worth was determined by me.” The room was silent, a sea of faces listening with rapt attention. Isabelle’s voice was a whisper now, a raw, emotion

“Because staying here, watching you marry him, standing guard while he claims what should be mine—I can’t do it. I’m not that strong.” “Then fight for me!” I moved toward him. “Stop running! Stop hiding behind your shame and your unworthiness and fight for what the bond says is ours!” “I am fighting for you.” His voice cracked. “By letting you go. By giving you the chance at the life you deserve. A life with someone worthy of you.” “You are worthy—” “I’m not!” He turned, and the anguish on his face stole my breath. “Don’t you understand? I’m not worthy of you! I’ll never be worthy! And pretending otherwise is just prolonging the inevitable!”

I teared up as I tried to reach whatever conscience he had left. “Sean, Bonnie made that for you as a birthday gift.” Sean cut me off impatiently. “I know. So? Kelsey said she didn’t mean it. You’re an adult. Why are you picking a fight with a child? “Besides, this kind of thing only costs ten dollars outside. Just get another one!” His indifference made me feel like ice water had been dumped over my head. It made me feel cold and numb. To him, the plaster ornament was worthless, and so was his daughter’s effort. Only Miranda and Kelsey mattered.

"Don't get anyone. Just stay with me for a while. I've been waiting a long time for this." I sat on the edge of his bed. Seeing how worn he looked, how hollow his face had become, I could not hold myself together. The tears kept coming. A warm hand rose and brushed them away. "Don't cry." His thumb lingered at my cheek. "You asked me earlier whether it was worth it. You asked me once before if I regretted saving you. Here is my answer. You're worth it. I've never once regretted it. Losing you would hurt a thousand times more than any bullet."