Money A Love Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, I told her quietly. This fucking girl just shrugs it off before saying the oddest thing I think I ever heard about money, “there’s always ways to get and make money. It’s not a reason to stay in a relationship! Besides, you can’t take money or anything of monetary value past this lifetime, but love stays with the soul”!

Although I hadn't intentionally asked around, people around me still shared news about her. She had invested well over ten million dollars into Lucas' ventures, but it turned out he had no head for business and lost everything. Since they were legally married, the losses affected both of them. They were said to fight constantly, with none of the warmth they had shown when they first reconnected. After the meeting, Madison tried to pull me aside for a private conversation, but I turned her down. "I still have things to deal with at the office. Let's catch up another time."

"Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is." Esteban quietly smiled at Anna’s direct response. His hand traveled to Anna’s waist and pulled her close to him to embrace her. "You don’t know how thankful I am that you’re my husband. You didn’t leave me even after I pushed you away so many times..." she whispered while listening to the rapid beating of Esteban’s heart. "I still can’t believe someone would buy something for that amount. Imagine, 300 million dollars—convert that to pesos? Just wow! Where do they get that money?" Anna asked, puzzled.

I'm so small in front of him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How is his health? He asked. He's good. I answered. I'll send you the money if you tell me your account number. I will give you $270,000. I'll give you the rest of the money when you get pregnant. Okay, I said. I gave him my account number and left. ~~~~

The problem was not whether he would return the money or not. He had sent a lot of heart emojis to Ruth. It was the stereotypical answer of a sugar baby thanking their sugar mommy! However, a handful of netizens did happily say that they felt at ease now. Since he borrowed money from Ruth, all he needed to do was return it, and it would be over. Plenty of marketing accounts popped up and started speaking up about true love. They said that love was priceless and could not be measured with money. Immediately after, news of Luna and Caelus donating sixty million dollars to Ventworth Ravine started trending, and plenty of verified accounts praised them for their kindness.

Densely packed financial statements, bank transfers, asset transfers, and shipping lane and dock transfer documents rolled past one by one. The entire crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to blink. Martin was completely dumbfounded, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Because beneath all of those documents, in the most prominent position possible, was my name on every single line. I looked at Martin's reaction with satisfaction and snapped my fingers. The screen shifted once again. In the report, a single line of text was exceptionally glaring. [Martin's current assets: 0 dollars [Current total debt exceeds one billion dollars.]

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Out of sight, out of mind. I had work to do. I wrote for hours. The words poured out of me like venom. I wrote about a girl named Scarlet who lived in a glass tower. I wrote about a greedy uncle who loved money more than blood. I wrote until my fingers cramped and my stomach growled loud enough to echo in the empty penthouse. Lunch. I walked out to the kitchen. On the marble counter, next to the high-end coffee maker, lay a crisp fifty-dollar bill. I stared at it.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

I pull out a card to pay and her jaw dropped. “Wait—since when do you have a black card?” I flashed her a grin, flipping it in my hands. “Oh, did I say I was paying? Technically, yes I am paying. Just… not with my money.” At this her grin widens. Swipe. A few million dollars evaporated into designer bliss. My friend’s eyes nearly popped out. “You’re insane!” she whispered, still clutching a velvet clutch. “Absolutely insane!” “Do you think I care?” I said, grinning like a cat.