Novel & Cerita Money The Love Story

Everything was fine but nothing was good. My daughter despite being her father lives with someone else. Zoya and Sameer Bhai helped me to raise my daughter or else I don't know how I would give my daughter a mother's love. Because of my wife, one lie. I lost my first love, my wife. she was suffering from a blood clot still she hid her pregnancy news and at last because of complications I lost her. My wife left us alone. . Time Flies .

Prologue: Loving Blake Coster Blake Coster One of the richest Billionaire in America. He got the face, the money and fame. He always get what he wants and now he wants the heritage that his grandfather, he has to find a bride but love is his number one enemy, he hates it. Love ruins his family and he doesn't want it ruin him. Jean Verodine a Victoria Secret model, she's a ball of sunshine. Everyone loves her, who doesn't? She's sweet, smart and beautiful. Everyone thinks that her life is so perfect when in reality, her past kept chasing her. She needs someone who can protect her and offer her safety.

Anyone can be stolen from me afterward. I look around and find a bench where I can sit and wait for Elena. Next to me there is a man engrossed in a newspaper, he is not paying any attention to me. I'm musing on my wonderful future with Aziel and our child when Elena finally flops down next to me. She places a round bag between us and when she opens it, I see the lots of packed dollars in there. I grab a few bundles and run a finger over them to make sure all the notes are good. The money seems to have just come off the press, slippery as ice. “Wow, that's nice. This is women's business, we do what we promise”, I compliment her.

She stood at the base of her bed packing the rest of her stuff. Not that she had much anyways. The good stuffs she once had were all sold out to raise money for her father’s treatment. It was only on her Father’s deathbed, that she found out, the mother she thought was dead in 19 years of her life was alive and well. Somewhere in another country, with her new family. Her father was a government worker, that earned about 60,000 Naira, monthly. Although, the money was small. It was still good enough, for the both of them. Due to the sudden ill-health, her father’s savings was used for his Cancer treatment and the little that remained was given to her in hope that she would find her mother.

Ecca Disappointment washed all over me like a heavy fog, weighing me down. My eyes dropped and my shoulders slumping,as if air has been sucked out of me. “Please Markos,you have to understand I am not healthy enough to donate blood to her. I can't donate right now. It's dangerous for me and …… “Dangerous”he cut me off with disbelief sounding in his voice.”Ecca what are you saying,Do you need something to do it?What do you need? Money? Name it?. How much?A billion?Five million? Just name your price.

“No, it is not. Money can be quantified. Love is subjective and unreliable.” The angel laughed. “You’re incorrigible.” “Wait!” Deja cried as the angel began to fade. “Please! I need that money!” “No, you don’t,” the angel said, its voice growing distant. “You just want it. There’s a difference.” “I’ll do anything!” Deja dropped to her knees dramatically, clasping her hands in front of her. “Please, I’m begging you! Just give me the money!” “Goodbye, Deja,” the angel said, now barely visible. “Enjoy your happily ever after.”

“I just need the perfect moment to ask her. She’s still weak. I can’t just ask for a million pesos right now. Can’t you understand that?” A million pesos. A million. My mouth fell open. I took a step back so fast my heel almost slipped on the floor. A chill ripped all the way down my spine. So that was it. Not love. Not regret. Not change. Not promises of a better man. Money. My mother’s money. The truth slammed into me so hard I felt nauseous. I clenched the fabric of my shirt in my fist, trying to hold on to something, anything as the reality of what I was hearing sank deep into my bones.

“I don’t get it. Why are you giving up everything?” “I’m not sure what part you aren’t getting about all of this. I love Hailey. I want Hailey. The money doesn’t matter. I’ve told you that several times. And I wasn’t making it up. I really love her, and I don’t need money to be happy—I need her.”

Sometimes, she was confused about what to give her parents because they could buy it themselves. Elissa did not believe in love. According to the book she read, there is no such thing as true love. If someone loves another person because the other person loves them, it is not love but empathy; If love is because of money, it is not love but interest. If it's love for looks, it's called obsession, and if it's love at first sight, it's also not love but passion. They say that love is easy and fun. But for Elissa Desmond, money is the only thing that makes her happy. "How long will you continue to be a virgin, Lissa? You're already thirty-one," added Mrs. Desmond - Elissa's biological mother.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th