Love Beyond Wealth Novels & Stories

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a

He turned back to the parchment and pressed the pen down again. “The world may try to tell you that wealth corrupts, that power isolates. They are wrong. Wealth is freedom. Power is choice. And when you wield both, love is no longer a risk—it is a gift. Imagine a love unshaken by hunger, untouched by fear. Imagine a love that grows not in the cracks of survival, but in the wide fields of abundance. That is the life I offer. That is the life each of you must dare to seize.” His words darkened, sharpening to the edge of challenge.

“Mrs. Sinclair Sr., you’re mistaken. What I love is him as a person, nothing else. Even if Keith were an ordinary man, I would still stay by his side and never leave. “Money is not the measure of love. Truly loving someone means loving them whether they are poor or wealthy, healthy or ill. “I never entered this relationship to take anything from him. What he gave me was a warmth that belongs to him alone, and in return, I gave him a devotion that belongs to him alone.” She knew wealthy families liked to use money to humiliate people, and powerful clans were especially skilled at it. But she had her own money. Compared to old-money families, it was insignificant, yet she never needed anyone’s

"Love is priceless. It should never be exchanged for anything. And it should never be hidden behind self-deception, pretending not to face one’s own selfishness. "We should never control children. Never force them into a rigid framework that strips them of their natural vitality. "I hope all mothers will take me as a warning. Don't repeat my mistakes, and don't make excuses for favoritism. If you love, then love both together." After saying this, Mom entered a psychiatric hospital with a head full of white hair and a face worn by hardship.

It was a machine of absolute precision, and it had never encountered a remainder it could not resolve. But love was not a unit of measurement. Love could not be quantified. Love could not be weighed against debt, because love did not recognize the concept of debt. Love gave without expectation of return. Love sacrificed without requirement of repayment. Love existed in a dimension beyond transaction, beyond exchange, beyond the zero-sum mathematics that governed the realm's entire existence. The realm tried to compute love, and it failed.

Beverly sang as she smirked and popped a grape into her mouth. "That is how the rich life is, Celeste. Nobody gives a damn about love anymore because money is what makes the world go around. We've got it all, an endless ban account, luxury homes throughout the world, the best custom made cars and private planes and trains," Clementine answered me like it was so obvious, "we may be married to old ugly men, exception being you because Mr Aebischer is...hot, but they've all got mistresses to sate their sexual needs which are little to none existent and we're written in their wills so if they were to die we would be so wealthy, we could wipe our asses and blow our noses with $100 bills."

"Hmm... To be honest, I don't think there's anything like a perfect boyfriend cause there's no perfect human being in the world but I'll be honest, I used to have my own definition of a perfect man and a few years ago, I thought I had finally found him but he turned out to be the worst kind of man out there and now I no longer believe in wanting a perfect man." "The only thing I need is someone who loves me for me and someone who's going to stay with me and not cheat on me with my best friend. I just think I deserve to be loved as well so I'm not asking for too much or am I?" I replied, trying to hide the sadness in my voice with a dry laugh. "Everyone deserves to be loved Tayo so it's defin

Without the terms and conditions then you cannot enjoy the fruits of love, you cannot feel whatever comes within the package of true love. Anything good has obstacles. Sweet cookies on the breakfast table start from the separation of the wheat from the chuffs. The big question is how many are willing to pay the price of removing the obstacles to remain with the pure thing? Love has many obstacles that make many ruin its meaning. The world has a lot to offer, talk of money, cool friends, funkiest, business, profits, and many others but I can assure you that love surpasses them all. So open your eyes wide, stop chasing fame, money, cool friends, parties, or whatever else is distracting you fro

“It is clear Eric that you have never loved me and that you have been jealous. It is clear that deep down in your heart you have always known, they have always known that I was far better than you could ever be and it hurt you...” Arnold chuckled. “It is more than that little brother, it is more than all the money you have, more than the numerous properties you possess, more than the fleeting fame you think you have” Arnold walked up to him and put his hand in his pockets. “Deep inside of you is a wide aching hollow longing to be filled, unable to be filled. There is doubt in your heart, knowing fully well that it did not matter what you achieved for yourself, you would never be loved by the

She was my Ex that made me think love was such a cruel thing. Looking back at all those months I dated Lori, it was nothing but pain and sorrow. I loved her with everything I had: my time, energy and resources but I got nothing else in return other than pains and so much pains. I had felt like I would never survive my last encounter with her. Greg was right, Lori treated me light shit, like I was a nobody. The last time I ever got to hear from her was when she broke up with me.