Price Tag From Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

For them, it was only a dream to one day be like the true elites—men and women who could pull out figures from their mouths as if it cost them nothing. Before the blink of an eye, the price jumped to $30 million, as a fat man rose in eagerness, declaring loudly. His tone cut through the room, silencing others for a moment. Though they hadn’t expected someone to raise it so high so quickly, it wasn’t that they weren’t prepared. “$45 million!” ⸻ “$80 million!” The price kept climbing as though it were a competition of who could shout the highest number—as if the money wasn’t real. They spoke with confidence, unshaken.

“ Your games ends here, enough with playing villain. No more stunts, no more acting out? Is that clear. She feigned innocence, placing her palm dramatically on her chest. “ Of course, what do you take me for?” “I need my money by Tuesday. I have a Gala to attend to, and I wouldn’t want to show up looking like something a cat dragged in.” Her words caused Charlie to scoff, muttering a string of inaudible words I could swear were cuss When I didn’t reply her after a moment, she turned, making her way slowly to the door, her perfume leaving a bitter aftertaste.

Parto replied. "Wow! Is she pretty?" "Of course." Parto took a photo of Markonah and sent it to the man. "How much are you willing to pay?" "Wow! Seriously, she's your niece? How about 50 million?" "Heh, I want 100 million." "Come on, give a discount to a friend?" he coaxed. "Ugh! 80 million, no bargaining," Parto snapped. "Okay, okay, I'll transfer it right away. Bring the girl here now!"

Her words still echoed in my mind. “We originally planned a marriage of half a million but the girl’s family reeks of poverty. 200,000 should be more than enough to shut them up.” That night, I told Lionel about it. He criticized his mother for her insensitivity and promised to privately make it up to me. That promise never materialized. Three years into our marriage, after one too many drinks, Lionel finally confessed the truth. “Yeah, I knew about the reduced budget for the wedding. My mom asked for my opinion before doing it.”

The theme of the ball was Purple Skies and it was mandatory to wear suitable colors to match the theme. I took one of my purple dresses off the rack. It hugged my body in the right places and the back area was exposed. The gold straps made it prettier than usual and I thought it would be best to continue with gold. I put on my favorite pair of gold heels, gold earrings and a long tassel statement necklace. Gen assisted with curling my hair and doing my makeup. Finally, I applied my body perfume and took my gold clutch and walked out the door with Gen following beside me. ________________________________

I could only hope I had made her pregnant first the night that we fucked. I decided to retreat for now since I knew where to find her. I went back to my office and was flipping through my phone when an article caught my mind. 50 most eligible bachelorettes. Tiffany Harding of Harding International Bank was number one. I read and found out that she had recently broken off an engagement and was now single again. My mood improved. This would be my way in. I would get my assistant to get in contact with her father and request an engagement to her. After all, money talks and I was successful in my own right.

“I'd ask you again. How far are you willing to go, to get the answer to your prayers? “He questions, and I exhale. “Very far. I want to be perfect. Flawless. Irresistible, and glorious. I want to be excellently perfect, and I will go to any length to get that. “I reply, and he stares at me again for a few seconds. “Come with me. “He says as he turns towards a door beside the desk. I move towards him, and he stops before the door. “All magic comes at a price. I hope you're ready. “He says, and I smirk internally as it has finally happened. I knew all his drama was about money. Asking me how far I was willing to go, was actually asking how much I was willing to pay, and I understood fully well

Michael was beside him—tied to a chair. Lena's heart pounded. Mercer smiled for the camera. "Hello, Lena." Mercer's Warning Lena had her fists clenched. "How long has this been live?" she ordered. Noah checked. "Not live. Pre-recorded." Mercer's voice filled the speakers. "You keep following me, but you don't know how to play the game. You think you're tracking me?" He laughed. "I'm letting you play. But games have a cost." Lena's stomach turned.

My heart is pounding fast as I think of what Blake said to me just a while ago, ‘I don’t have that amount, but I know who has. “Sorry if I had to decide for you, but he’s paying two hundred thousand for the paintings, and I said yes, you will do it.” My mouth opens in surprise, jerking when my phone rings. Stella, puckering her lips, points on my phone as it plays Winnie the Pooh’s sad song. I slide the screen and answer an unrecognized number. “H-Hello?” I stutter, placing my hand on my chest. I really need to see a doctor.

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!