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‘With all this priceless…stuff?’

As long as you're willing to stand by me, my feelings will continue being doubled and tripled. There are things money can buy. But there are some priceless things that money cannot afford. I've got such in my life. An invaluable man that creates a fire in my body. Something extraordinary that can't be felt by every soul. How lucky am I to experience such tremendous feelings. You've stolen my heart with your act of kindness, benevolence, and humor. All things make perfect sense with you by my side.

All you have to do is to enjoy life, live the day like every day is having limited edition shoes that everyone couldn’t have. Of course, we must be grateful. Every single day is a blessing and being able to open your eyes, to witness the wondrous world God has given us is such a miracle to thank for. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

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!

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

I think they were both surprised that I had stood up for myself like that. “He’s so sweet! Or not? The vibes are so confusing” when I explained the second call. “Well, now you’re all caught up, I need a dress. So we’re going shopping girls!” “Yay! Any chance to buy stuff I’m so in!” Says Gemma. Her parents are wealthy so shopping really is like second nature to her. Plus, she knows all the good spots and the right people and coincidentally how to get the right prices. “When do you wanna go?” Bella asks.

"I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!" Callista raised her phone watch, looking like she was about to transfer me the money. I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel the pain. Looking at Callista in front of me, I felt my limbs go numb. "Callista, what did you say?" So she repeated impatiently, "I asked you to name your price! You're willing to sell anything for money, aren't you? So hurry up and name me your price!" I felt as if my heart were being squeezed tight, so tight that I struggled to catch my next breath.

"Why did he have to do all that." "Relax, Jane." She pats my back. "You shouldn't be crying over that asshole. You deserve someone better. Someone who will treat you right and make you feel worth keeping and fighting for." She brushes my hair. "I didn't expect this but it happened and there is nothing to be done about it. So, gather yourself." "It's more than just cheating, Clara. Collins strive for money has made him go mad." I sit up. "I mean. Collins is giving me out to some stranger in exchange for money."

I think of Ricky’s hands—gripping, impatient, always taking something he felt entitled to. I think of how Dante waits. Every time. Even now. The contrast presses me forward. “You keep asking for permission,” I say. His brow lifts slightly. “And?” “And with him, I learned that closeness always meant debt,” I admit. “That if someone wanted me, it was because they needed something from me.” “And with me?” he asks. I meet his eyes. Hold them. “With you,” I say slowly, “it feels like you already decided I was worth the risk.”

One more opportunity to jack up the price in a market this desperate. I donated most of the furniture to Goodwill. The lumpy futon, the particle-board bookshelves that wobbled if you looked at them wrong, the mismatched kitchen supplies I’ll never need again. None of it was worth the haulage f*e. But the books stayed. I kept every single paperback, their spines cracked and pages yellowed, guarding them like gold bars. My literature degree might be unfinished, but these are mine. My laptop. The clothes I haven’t surrendered to Claudette yet. Photos of Dad. Mom's old watch ticking against my wrist.