Novel & Cerita Money Can't Buy Me Love

I asked, and something in my chest loosened slightly despite myself, a small, unwelcome softness creeping in at the edges. "It's three hundred acres. I could pay ninety thousand a year." He said it plainly, almost carelessly, like the number meant nothing to him, like throwing that kind of money at grief was as easy as breathing. "What?" My eyes widened, and for a second, something soft slipped all the way through before I managed to catch it and shove it back down where it belonged. Ninety thousand a year, without blinking, just to hold onto a memory. It was almost sweet, in a way that made my stomach turn, because sweetness had no business showing up on this man's face, not after everythin

“What are you talking about, Rafe? Being in the hospital for three days is driving you crazy, huh?” "No, I found what I really don't have right now and really want." "What? I think you have everything. Your money can buy everything, dude." “I used to think money could solve anything, but I was wrong. Money can't buy love." "Huh? I think you're really getting mental damage here. Do I need to schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist for you?” "Be serious, Wren. I really didn't notice this all along because I'd never been in this state. Then when I was at the weakest point in my life, I found no one by my side. I don't have someone who really cares about me."

"I want you to stay by my side." I rolled my eyes. "I'm being serious." His smile deepened, and he reached out and pulled me into his arms. "Then give me 100 forgiveness credits." "What do you mean?" "If I ever hurt you one day, just mark it down. It'll count against one credit, and you'll forgive me." I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd the idea was. "And what if you used up all 100 of the credits?" His smile gradually faded. "Then we're even."

sad. "It's alright," he shrugs and smiles again. "I loved them both to pieces. It's my first disappointment in love as well. No matter it's a different kind of love. I barely remember their faces now, but I remember my mother's warm and gentle hands. I vaguely remember my dad, but I remember how he fought the monster under my bed for me. He taught me how to love a woman, the way he was looking at my mother I will never forget. I wanted love like theirs. A heartwarming love that keeps you warm during the winter's cold nights. But I found nothing. Money changes people, money changes everything. And if I could go back in time, I would've picked love over money. I have money now that I don't wan

“Do I look happy?” “I mean, you have this huge penthouse. You have a good job. You say your women are always satisfied.” “Am I satisfied?” He implores, laughing softly. “Are you happy?” I ask instead. “I told you; almost every time, money can buy happiness. But the other times it can’t, it sure as hell makes up for the darkness. Because love, I’d rather be sulking next to the president than crying on the curb.” His phone beeped, halting our mini stare down.

At the space agency's awards ceremony, my husband gave the honor that should have been mine to his first love, who had just returned from overseas. He accused me of plagiarism and rescinded my promotion in front of everyone. Everyone thought I would argue and make a scene, but I simply smiled and personally placed my work badge around his first love's neck. "A new position calls for a celebration, doesn't it? Why not make it a wedding? I'd be happy to officiate." They didn't know that I was the only one capable of drawing the rocket's design blueprints. Even the resources keeping the project alive had been secured because of my reputation and connections. This time, I wanted to see whe

he uttered which I completely agree with. Love is, by its very nature, unfettered. It cannot be purchased, traded, or bargained in any way. You cannot force someone to love you, nor can you keep them from falling in love with you – not for any amount of money. Love cannot be caged, nor can it be regulated through statutory means. Love is not a material, it is not a property, and it is not even a viable source of energy to be sold. Love has no boundaries, no frontiers, no quantitative mass or energy production, and hence has no territory or borders. “Can you buy happiness?” I asked and I saw how his forehead creased.

“Daughter, I'm sure he loves you; it shows above how he loves you, look at everything he's done for us” “Mom, money as such is not a proof of love, it's just a way to gain people's trust, people with money believe that a few bills buy the feelings of people like you and me, it's not so mom, I loved him like never in my life did I think I would love another human being, I don't know if you understand me” Camille whimpered, it was so difficult for her to avoid the feeling, that emptiness in her heart, she would have no way to fill it, all she did was think of Andy.

, he blurted out. "I'm done with money, power, and all that shit. I craved family, love, and affection. You gave me all. I don't think it'll matter to me if I don't get all the shitty money and power thing. But yeah obviously, until I can eat and wear well", I cracked up. "Money can't buy happiness but money can buy food" He laughed with me too. "Now, you also crave food", he giggled, taking me in his arms. "Don't worry. I can still afford food"

I move to kiss his lips before pulling away. “Baby, love is great now, but you’ve never been poor. I would be alright, but you may start resenting me when you don’t have all the luxuries you’re used to,” “My love, money means nothing to me— you are my entire world. I would give it all up in a second if I had to choose. Plus, we would be fine once I graduated college and got a job. I’ll always work to provide the best for you and our family.”