Romans & histoires Money Can't Buy Me Love

She guessed he might have thought that money could buy everything. Money could buy most things and it can buy all sorts of amazing things, but it could never buy the love of someone who doesn't love you in the first place, so it did not matter how many stuff he bought for her just to keep her docile and compliant in the house she would still choose her freedom. Of course, she had to be smart about it, but she was not rushing. She still had time to work with her plan.

I nod realizing that that’s it. I have the money to buy the car for myself but I always find an excuse not to buy a car. I want to have a car but I want to keep my money too. I hate spending money I saved. I wish I had extra cash lying around to buy this car. “That’s exactly my problem. I can’t imagine letting o of so much money.” I say and he smiles. “What other firsts do you want to have?” He says looking away. “I want to have true love.” I say and he looks back at me. I smile and look away. I don’t know why I said that out loud. I’ve been thinking about it but I wasn’t planning on blurting it out.

Richard protested immediately after she dropped her statement. "I can't remember loving you, I think I was confused the day I asked you out and I am only realizing now that it was all a mistake," he stopped his lips when she was about to take a sip of her drink as her wine spilled on her blue gown. Rebecca's heart shattered at Richard's statement as she saw the lack of remorse in his eyes. He was her pride and almost all her friends had known that she was dating the perfect Richard Robertson, who is the owner of the famous SBE wine corporation. If they get separated her dreams will be shattered. She hesitated, pondering if they had run into any conflict in the past or recently but there was

My heart is pounding hard. "I love you, and this love is a furious volcano of obsession, possession, and maddening desire. I love you enough to have you inside my walls and show myself weak. I love you enough to talk about my fears and problems. I love you enough to give you power over me when I never allowed anyone else to have that power. I love you enough to step in front of a bullet for you... I love you more than I can put into words here. "Do you want to marry me again? Renew our wedding vows and have a real party? No one else between us. No contracts. I want to love you for real. I want a real marriage. Today and for every day of my life. Will you be mine?"

The billions to do with what I want. Cars, dresses, jewels, anything that money can buy is at my fingertips. Any woman would be grateful, happy, satisfied. Yet, I’m not. Because what I want, money can’t buy. His consideration. Him not taking me for granted. Him choosing me above all else. Love that I don’t have to jump through hoops for. Support with my career because I’m good at what I do. Family time with my family and James all getting along because they can see he puts me first. Time with his family and friends accepting me for who I am.

I told him not to hire him, but why listen to the person who literally works as an assistant for a living? I decide I'd rather not talk to my brother after all. I text my mum: I'll transfer the 200k to your account. I'm warning you know that James is not good with money and his assistant is no better. If you want him to succeed, I suggest you keep a hold of the purse strings because I don't have any more money to give. I transfer the money and a couple of minutes after I get a return text from my mother saying: Thank you. I stare at the text for a moment feeling weirdly blank. I know I won't see another text from her until Christmas and even then it'll be a text explaining why she can't invi

He didn't seem to amaze me at all. How do I get fifty million in just 3 weeks? How? How do I tell this man my heart had no room for marriage? How do I tell this man I can't give birth again? Even if I could, I made a promise to myself to be man-free for the rest of my life. I can't break my promise. “I'll provide your money in 3 weeks' time,” Now you can leave, I said, unsure, as I pointed to the door. He took a moment before responding. He gazed thoughtfully. “That's good, I'll be expecting it,” he nodded as he walked away.

he pleaded. "I'm broke. Find someone else," I replied, ready to slam the door shut. However, he blocked it with his hand and yelled, "How can you be broke?! I left our marriage with nothing but the shirt on my back. I gave you fifty-two thousand five hundred dollars!" I replied sarcastically, "It's my money, and if I don't want to lend it, I won't. You can splurge thousands of dollars on luxury items for Chloe, but now you're hitting up your ex for cash?"

“About wealth. About what it really means. When I was younger, I thought having money meant having everything. I thought it meant safety, respect, and happiness.” He looked up at me, his expression thoughtful. “But I have learned that money can buy comfort, yes. It can buy a roof over your head and food on the table. But it cannot buy trust. It cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot buy a clear conscience. And it certainly cannot buy real love or respect—those things have to be given freely, or they mean nothing at all.”

Finnick, on the other hand, had always told me, in that calm, reasonable tone of his, that love wasn't measured by money and didn't need to be proven with material things. It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't like spending money. He just chose to spend it on someone else. The pain in my chest tightened again, sharper than before. While Yvonne kept going on about how generous he was, I stared at those messages until the last trace of warmth in my eyes faded, knowing that every dollar she spent would come back to me, with interest, down to the last cent.