Love Bargain Novel Novels & Stories

I looked down at the documents again, their black text swimming slightly as my eyes unfocused. The thing about betrayal I thought was that it never looked like itself until it was too late. It looked like kindness. It looked like showing up at the right moment with concern. It looked like midnight phone calls and notebooks found in storage facilities at exactly the time you needed to find them. "Why would he need payment," I said, not to Jonathan but to the air itself, to the universe that seemed determined to teach me the same lesson over and over. "If he genuinely felt what he says he felt, why would money need to change hands."

So I let him win, the way I was learning, I always would when he used that stern, protective quiet. Afternoons melted into evenings at the dining table, turned research command center. Journals, printed articles, my laptop, everything spread between us like a map of impossible hope. Lucien sat close enough that our shoulders brushed, one arm draped along the back of my chair, fingers occasionally tracing idle patterns on my shoulder while I read passages aloud. Late one night, city lights glittering beyond the glass wall, I found the thread we’d been chasing. “Listen to this,” I said, voice hushed with discovery as I turned the laptop toward him. “Most bargains aren’t ironclad. They can be m

Most of his choices were actually good, I hated that too. A woman approached carrying a jewelry tray. Diamonds sparkled beneath the lights. I immediately stepped back. "No." Lorenzo barely looked up. "Yes." "I'm not wearing that." "You are." "Why?" His eyes finally met mine. "Because you're a De Luca." There it was again. That is, the universal solution to every argument. I hated how effective it was. The saleswoman nervously offered a necklace. I reached for it. At the same moment, Lorenzo did.

" She lied, attempting to maintain her composure. Edward's laughter was icy, devoid of joy. "Vanessa, you ought to be. You should be extremely scared." While talking, he put his hand in his pocket and retrieved a tiny key. He opened the drawer next to his bed and took out a tiny book covered in leather. "This is the journal you were searching for," he mentioned, his eyes shining with malevolence. "But you are not prepared for the reality it hold." Vanessa felt her heart beat faster as Edward flipped open the book, his gaze moving over the pages.

It was a dress,a beautiful peach dress that was exactly In her size. The dress was so simple,yet so beautiful. She found a note in the box that said “for the wedding” She tried the dress on and it fits perfectly showcasing her curves. “Wow, how did he get to know my size”she said “this is more beautiful than what I got at the mall” She opened the second box, and it was a shoe, a silver shoe with glitter all over it. “Wow,this man got great taste” Emily said to herself with a little smile flickering across her eyes.

She didn't take crap from anyone and always looked out for her own interests If I had a choice, I would have chosen Scarlett over the girl my father had arranged for me to marry. But my father had other plans, forcing me to marry his friend's daughter in exchange for control over the prestigious Black Hood Suite The thought of losing the suite, which was my legacy and lifeblood, was unbearable I reluctantly agreed to the contract, aware that it was a business arrangement rather than a love match The arrangement was clear: the Black Hood Suite would provide financial compensation to her family in exchange for their daughter's hand in marriage

“What's in there?” “Come on are you that bad at receiving suprises? How the hell am I supposed to tell you that?” He asked, throwing his head back into laughter. “Whatever.” I wiped my eyes and walked over to the closet. When I opened it, I saw different bags lined up. The tears that I had been struggling to control burst forth as I held the bags, tracing the ones my hands could touch. It all felt like a dream, few days ago I had been telling Marianna about how I didn't really have handbags and it made me feel like a woman. The few ones that were already overused and it was that noticeable. Each time I'd want to buy quality bags, I'd think of other things I'd rather be use the money for and

he giggled, holding out a pale green pouch to my face and shaking it. My heart quickened hearing the rattling sound of coins. Have I been sold or rented out to these filthy rogues? My stomach knots inside. I needed to get away—far, far away from my hateful, selfish, greedy half brothers. Away from these filthy-looking rogues smiling thirstily at me. From the corner of my eye, I caught one clutching his crotch, licking his lips, and staring lustfully at me. No. I'd rather die than let any of these craze heads touch me!

“What colour do you want to start with?” “At least let me get dressed for this.” Seeing he’s pretending to not hear a word I say, I sigh. “White.” He hands me the white bag. It’s heavier than expected. When I peek inside, something catches in my throat. No way. I reach in and slowly pull out a hardcover novel — the limited edition. Bonus chapters. Character art. Gilded edges. The kind of cover you touch like it’s holy. It only released last month and costs more than my dignity. I’ve had it bookmarked in every browser tab like a prayer.

Just the reminder that this clock had been bought at the economical price of 30 dollars was enough to make 450 dollars seem like an absolute win. Of course, no antique-based conman worth his salt would say yes to a bargain-bin price so quickly. Barney had to go through the motions, mumbling about how hard it would be for him to part with his crown treasure, before finally agreeing to sell it for 450 dollars with a convincing wince. After Javier wrapped the clock with newspaper and left with his loot, Barney reclined into his lounge chair, a cigarette between his fingers and a cup of Earl Grey in his other hand. Life was good when one knew how to take a little advantage.