Love Bargain Novel Novels & Stories

To the seller, it was beyond incredible that they would actually stop by his booth to buy some accessories. “Sir, is this little thing worth twenty? Did you jack up the price?” At last, Heather decided to put aside her image and bargain with the seller. She really wanted to feel the joy of bargaining. Usually, everything that she bought was from luxurious brands and there was no room for bargaining at all. Today, she had finally come across the opportunity, so she had to experience it herself. It seemed that one would feel a sense of accomplishment if they made a successful bargain. Upon hearing her words, the seller and Matthias were stunned. Never did the former expect that such a wealthy

“I am tense. Marco isn’t the kind of man you charm with a smile.” “Then it’s a good thing I have more than a smile.” I arched a brow, enjoying the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Lovia…” He set his mug down, the warning in his tone undercut by the way his gaze traveled lower. “We’re talking millions here.” “I know,” I said innocently, “but you’re talking numbers, I’m talking leverage.” His eyes narrowed, but the smirk was already forming. “Leverage? That what you call it when you’re trying to distract me?”

She then went back to staring at her new bag. “You’re welcome.” “I thought you were poor. How can you afford to buy this?” “My husband is an heir of a billionaire.” “So I should thank him for this?” “No. Cade gave me his card and told me to buy what I wanted before we headed back home. Don’t worry. I showed him the bills. He just laughed at me. I have one like that too.” “Let me guess, yours is groseille.” “Yes.” When she put it on, she was dancing. “I love it. And I love you,” she said with a flying kiss.

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His bride would be my new souvenir. Sylvia Browne, the American waitress who squandered Laila’s fortune on jewels, furs, and designer clothes, was well known to me. Revenge was finally at my fingertips. In order to become a rich baroness in the eyes of the world, the little gold digger had just lied her way through the most sacred vows of a marriage ceremony. Rather than working her way out of poverty, she had lied about it. That was all I required to seek vengeance on both of them.

Just as the pen was about to touch the paper, they heard a bright voice coming from behind them. "Wait!" It was Caroline. As she walked toward them, she combed her tousled hair with her fingers and stopped beside Brie. She scanned the words on the page and then turned to look at Brie. Caroline's stare caused Brie's heart to jump into her mouth. "W—what do you want?" "Ms. Collins, you're quite absentminded, aren't you? You haven't given me the 20 million dollars that you owe me." "When did I ever owe you—" Brie's voice trailed off the moment she recalled the bet they made at the jewelry store before, and her face flushed red instantly. "That doesn't count! That was a scam!"

“Good. I want everyone to see exactly what you chose.” When we returned to the pack house, our arms full of shopping bags, Sage was waiting in the main hall. Her eyes widened as she saw all the packages, and I could see the jealousy burning in her gaze. “Did you buy out the entire city?” she asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “Just getting my wife what she deserves,” I said, not bothering to hide my satisfaction. Liora stepped closer to me, her hand sliding around my waist possessively. “Damien is so generous,” she said sweetly. “I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

I had considered wearing one of my father’s shirts with a horse on it, but felt like it would be too obvious Mum put steaming hot buns in a disposable bag and added it to my already heavy bag of food. “You look beautiful.” I shrugged. I could never go wrong with an all black short-sleeved turtleneck dress, Hopefully I looked classy enough to meet with the multi-billionaire who held our life in his hands. Standing in front of the enormous Crowe building two and a half hours later, I hesitated. A smudge of my anxiety disappeared when I saw Mrs. Cassandra walk out of the building, muttering and stomping. She owned two shops after ours, selling oddities that I found fascinating.

A wave of despair washed over her. “But,” Scarlett continued calmly, “I can give you a bag. Take it and sell it at a secondhand luxury shop. You’ll definitely get four or five hundred thousand.” Every bag Scarlett owned was a popular luxury piece, some even limited editions. Even secondhand, buyers would fight over them. When Brenda received the bag, she could hardly believe it. To confirm it was real, she actually slapped herself hard. The sharp sound startled Scarlett. “What are you doing?” Feeling the pain, Brenda’s vision blurred with tears. She hugged the bag tightly and looked at Scarlett with sincerity.

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