Novel & Cerita Paid To Love

she smiles "Yes he did, even with better interest "Yes!!!" he screams in excitement as he couldn't contain his happiness, he didn't know how she did it and he didn't bother to ask as that is not the main focus right now, as far as she brought it home to them, then he is glad! No matter what length she had gone to get it done. He gets up to pat her on the shoulder "Thank you!" she smiles at him, he is thanking her now but couldn't wait to throw her out two days ago, she knows how to deal with men like him, people who spit you out immediately you are of no use or value anymore. His words broke her thought "So how much are we looking at? How much did he sign?" "20% of their generated revenue" s

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

“No, you didn’t say that yesterday when I asked so it wasn’t. We have to celebrate you getting your investment deal. You should be more pumped about celebrating it than I am.” “If I pay you double your payment for this month, will you leave me alone?” “It depends,” I say grinning as he drops his phone down, locking eyes with me. “How much?” “I don’t want my payment in currency.” “Then what do you want?” he asked, groaning rather boredly. “I want us to go out somewhere and celebrate.” He mulls it over as he silently watches me.

I wanted my outside to be as broken as my inside. “Wait,” Grace said. “How will you get me the money? I want to be paid before I get into this.” I nodded, but she obviously couldn’t see it. “I can do that. You’ll have it in your account in an hour.” “Great. Now what do you want from me?” I blinked and I did not wipe away the tears as I settled with the fact that I would probably never be truly loved by anyone I didn’t share blood with. I had to ask myself if I didn’t deserve it.

Jacob replied. "Because I don't have any money?" Stephie fired back. "Because you're pretending that you can make do without it, especially when it's practically being dropped in your lap." Jacob scolded. "Earning money and receiving a back-handed charity donation are two different things." Stephie's voice hardened with every syllable which jumped from her voice box. "Is that all then?" Jacob rose his eyebrows in slight speculation. "What?" Stephie spat, her protective wall thickening with every passing second.

"You don't get to call what you did love." He looked away. "You chose him." "Yes." "After everything?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "I never understood why." I looked at him. "Because Ambrose never asked me to become someone else to deserve his love." Silence. "That's what you never understood, Zane." I took a breath. "Love isn't about making someone choose you." He looked at me. "It's about giving them the freedom not to." “For crying outloud we were Highschool sweethearts we got engaged we were going to get married but you cheated on me a day before our wedding with one of friends…instead of apologising you raped me and acted like nothing happened.”

Six weeks into the arrangement, Killian announced, almost shyly, that he'd accepted a part-time position at the youth center, something beyond simple volunteering, an actual title, an actual responsibility built on something other than inherited rage. "I think I finally understand what Kade meant," he told me one evening, the three of us sprawled across my living room floor after an embarrassingly competitive board game that had somehow ended with all three of us laughing too hard to actually finish keeping score. "About loving you being a debt, originally. I think I spent years assuming love had to cost someone something, had to be earned through winning or suffering or proving yourself aga

“He does this. He’s done it my whole life. He decides what something’s going to cost, and then he pays it himself before anybody can vote on it.” “I’m aware.” She was more than aware. She had watched him do it from the first night — Trade me to Boston. Right now. Before any of this. She had stopped it then, and she hadn’t understood until right now, standing in a parking lot with his brother, that he had been paying things for other people his whole life, and nobody had ever thought to stop him before it cost him everything. “Do you love him?” It came out of nowhere, and it was, from a twenty-two-year-old, the most direct question anyone had asked her in months.

"That sounds like a good memory." "It's the only one I have of her that feels completely real. Everything after that got complicated by the lie, by trying to figure out which parts of my childhood actually happened and which parts I built to survive not having her." His voice had gone soft, unguarded in the particular way it only ever seemed to go in the hours when the rest of the world wasn't watching. "I used to think loving someone meant eventually finding out the version of them you loved wasn't real. My mother. Vivian. I built an entire life around that assumption, Claire, and then you walked into my office hating me, and somehow you turned out to be the one person who got realer instea

"What?" "I'm going to pay for your mother's treatment. All of it. Not because I pity you, not because I feel obligated, not because I want something in return. Because she's family, and this is what family does." "And when I can't pay you back?" "Then you don't." He cupped her face in his hands. "There's no debt here, Ella. No obligation. Just love."