Price Of Love Book の小説・ストーリー

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."

The words sounded foreign to my own ears and I hated the fact that I was sounding like my grandfather. Clay looked sad. “What about your book, how's it going?” he asked, trying to change the topic. I gave him a small smile. “Well you’ll be happy to know that I already have a title in mind but I don’t have a storyline yet.” “So what’s the title?” I took a sip of my drink and grinned. “Love for sale.”

I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars." The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me. The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..." I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was offering three times as much as anyone else. Who was she? And why was she willing to spend so much money on me?

"But information has a price." "Everything with you has a price." "Everything with everyone has a price." He pours himself a glass of whiskey, doesn't offer me one. "You just haven't figured out what yours is yet." "I know exactly what my price is." "Do you?" He takes a sip, watching me over the rim of the glass. "You think love is free. That loyalty doesn't cost anything. But you're wrong, Daphne. Love is the most expensive thing in the world. It costs you your freedom. Your safety. Your sense of self." He sets down the glass. "Look at yourself. You're wearing her clothes. Living in her house. Playing by her rules. You've become exactly what you were supposed to destroy."

"The fireworks for that day must be the most expensive and the best. "Also, go bid on that Ocean's Tear necklace she likes. I'll give it to her on that day." Listening to his words, I lost myself for a brief moment. It almost seemed as if Martin loved me deeply. However, as quickly as the ‌thought appeared, I snapped myself out of it. Looking up and catching sight of the wedding photo of Martin and Julia, I let out a cold laugh. I opened a page on my phone, which was continuously popping up with successful transfer notifications.

"Honestly, it’s no trouble at all. It wasn't exactly a blow to the budget. The campus bookstore had a clearance bin, so I snagged it for about a credit and a half." The warm smile on Patricia’s face turned into a frozen mask of secondary embarrassment. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. It wasn't that the book was inexpensive—it was the fact that I had just admitted to buying the most powerful Alpha in the Kingdom of Valeria a 'peace offering' that cost less than a cup of cafeteria coffee. To make matters worse, I was standing there bragging about what a bargain it was.

the store attendant says as her eyes crinkle in admiration. “Well only the price of the dress would determine if this is it,” I say trying to downplay how badly I want the dress. “You’re in luck, the dress is on sale for half the price and as your friend has confirmed, it’s right in your budget.” As the words register in my head, I picture myself back in the dressing room, looking at myself in awe, realising I had never looked like that in a dress before. As I go back in to change, I sneak another glance at myself through the mirror and look away so I don’t get carried away.

Summer's POV: The smoke rings choked me until I could not stop coughing. Everyone in the private room turned to stare at me. Alan Rivers watched me with pointed interest, waiting for my answer. I looked at him calmly. "I choose the million dollars." Alan was clearly satisfied with my response. He said with a scoff, "Good girl. Summer, as long as you behave, there'll always be a place for you by my side." With a grand wave of his hand, he signed a check for one and a half million. At least buying out seven years of my youth came at a decent price.

"According to Evans, the normal price is a hundred million dollars but the woman sold it for two twenty. I still can't believe she just abandoned us like that for money. Truly, sis, the love of money is the root of all evil." "And who was mad enough to buy it at such a tremendous amount? This place is not even worth it." "I'm telling you, that witch sold everyone in this company. It was a young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He looks so handsome and I'm somehow glad he bought it. And yeah, he asked for the managing director of the publishing department, and viola, it's you." She clicked her tongue, staring knowingly at me. "And what's with that look?"

It piqued Lyra's interest, but one look at the price tag–a staggering three hundred grand–stifled her excitement. “Do you like it?” Nile’s voice came from behind her just as she placed the book back to its slot. Startled by his sudden appearance, Lyra turned around. “I didn't know you were here.” “Have you found anything you want?” he asked her. Lyra looked around. Everything in the shop was so expensive that she hadn't even considered getting anything. She wasn't paying, but she wasn't exactly lining up to receive anything from Nile. Before Lyra could say anything, Crystal pushed past her and reached for the book. “Oh my Goddess, I've been looking for this edition since forever! I'll even p