Love Bargain Audiobook Novels & Stories

i knew he would want to have sex with me tonight because that's what he paid for. “Like spending time with you.” he replied and scratched his head. “You see I had told madam livia that I wanted to spend sometime with you like take you out on a date and to be honest she looked at me like I was mad and had grown two horns on my forehead.” He chuckled at the last part of that statement and I couldn't help but laugh with him too. Laugh at rhe absurdity of the idea. What was so special about this prostitute that he wanted to spend some time with her.

“I’m here to bail you out, Uncle.” Aaron looked up, his expression shifting from misery to a stiff, awkward glare. “You took your time.” “You look so sad,” Zoe teased, pulling out her wallet and heading to the counter. “How much do I owe you, sir?” “The total is thirty-two dollars,” the owner said, glancing between Zoe and Aaron with a suppressed grin. Once the bill was settled, Aaron stood up, grabbed both heavy bags, and marched out of the store in silence. He was radiating a very clear “I don’t know this woman” vibe that only made Zoe find the situation funnier.

I looked around in fear, hoping someone would jump out and say it was all a cruel prank. I pulled myself a bit together and bent to pick up the pieces of paper scattered across the floor. The cold night breeze blew them further away from me and I shuffled around in anxiety, chasing to pick each one of them. I struggled with the breeze to catch the last piece of paper when a set of Lou*s Vuitt*n limited edition men shoes landed on the paper. I looked up and saw the same man from the gala earlier who had given me the envelope. He crouched down, picked up the paper, dusted it and handed it to me. His expression had changed. The charming, magnetic man I’d spoken with at the gala was gone. What s

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then a voice spoke up. "The youngest Billionaire who thinks he can have all he wants," the voice said. "I have your...no, our precious damsel here with me. Hold up! I think I need to rephrase that; I've got my pretty damsel which you stole from me," he said, laughing out loud. James's heart stopped, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. "Who the hell is this and what do want you want?" James demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. The voice on the other end of the line just laughed.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

The council chamber was cavernous, its stone walls adorned with banners bearing the crest of Arindale—a golden falcon soaring against a crimson backdrop. Emilia’s footsteps echoed as she entered, the heavy wooden doors closing behind her. The chamber was already alive with voices, nobles and advisors engaged in animated conversation.

he smiled and cocked his head. I was both angry and disappointed. “What is the bargain? Why on earth are you after the girl?” I yelled. Russell Reeds let out a small laugh. “You never fail. Do you?” “Never.” I replied sternly. “You do not know how long I have been waiting for this question.” He paused to rub his nose and sniff audibly. “No one was as tenacious as you. You know, sometimes I wish Evans could sap of that attribute.” His voice was low and coordinated when he talked.

The room smelled like leather and oak, a sharp contrast to the bitter, metallic taste rising in my throat. "Marry him?" I hardly raised my voice above a whisper. “You want me to marry a stranger? For what? Money?” My father put his glass down with a resounding thump, his face hardening and his jaw clenching. “Naomi, it's not just about the money. It's about survival.” "Survival?" I chuckled sourly, though it come out more like a sob. “You think it's survival to sell me to a billionaire?" "Watch your tone." His cold eyes narrowed as he snarled.

Upon entering the room, they were surrounded by the familiar smell of leather and old books. Edward went over to the tiny bar in the corner and poured three glasses of amber liquid. The sound of glass hitting glass interrupted the thick quietude. Alphonsus plopped himself into the leather chair. He tapped his foot carefully on the carpet.Vanessa sat opposite to Edward her hand gently clasped in her lap. The room was filled with nothing but the continuous sound of Alphonsus's foot tapping gently against the carpet for what felt like forever. In the end, Edward's voice broke the quiet, sounding deep and hoarse with feeling.

I chuckled, letting my voice be as firm as it could. She ran a hand through her hair. “That's not important right? You should be asking what I want in return." Want in return? "What do you want in return?” I had almost said, but no! I thought as much. I knew this was going to be some trapping situation, an offer too good to be true. And now, Linda has taught me better. She had taught me not to trust anyone, anymore, not to believe in any bargain with anyone just because they're offering a solution to my problem. One that they might not even get to fulfill in the long run.