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Her love was worth more than his pride, more than his company, more than anything else in the world to him and he would never let her forget it. --------------- THE END -------------- I have the most amazing readers. Thank you so much for reading my book.

"T-that is the famous auctioned ring of the previous king of England!" "How could he casually give it as a gift?" "I wish it was my birthday, so I get to have that ring." "That cost a hundred million!" "W-what?!" Most of the guests realized what Marcus had shown, it looks old and cheap on the outside but definitely a treasure, it justifies the quote "never judge a book by its cover." Everyone who looked at him with ridicule immediately became puppies praising him.

Her curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't wait to hear the answer. Her husband looked smug, "I paid her in gold." His voice was full of pride, and his eyes were gleaming with satisfaction. He had always been generous, and his kindness knew no bounds. Unah’s eyes widened with surprise as King Leon handed her a beautifully bound book. The cover was made of the finest leather, with intricate gold filigree adorning the edges. She couldn't help but wonder what could be inside such an expensive tome. "It's so expensive, what's in this book?" she asked, turning it over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship.

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

“The price is the future. Every generation that comes after you belongs to the source.” And right then, as if the room itself were alive, the heavy iron-bound book on the pedestal snapped open by itself with a thunderous crack. The yellowed pages began flipping wildly, the paper hissing like a snake, as if invisible hands were searching for the exact line where our names would be written in blood to seal the debt forever.

I assumed they were all waiting to see whether I would fight Jessica. After all, everyone loved watching drama unfold. Jessica lifted the bracelet in front of me, then tossed a bank card onto the floor at my feet. "Here is five million. I want you to leave this place immediately and never see Derrick again." She looked at me arrogantly, but I merely bent down and picked up the card, then replied calmly, "Deal." No one had expected me to pick up the card. The looks they gave me were filled with contempt. After all, the position of Mrs. Waterson was worth far more than five million.

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "

“I thought I got the lesser of two evils. Turns out I got the worst one. The others disappeared. This one? She’s like a roach. She keeps coming back.” Crandon laughs. “I’m just glad I met Keisha,” I say. “She took me out of the game. Because this? I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. One night. I interacted with her one night. And now she’s trying to ruin my life.” He leans back in his chair. “I’ll tell you who does that. Desperate people. People desperate for money, fame, and mostly attention. Look at society today. It’s all about clicks and views. Who can go viral? Who can make the biggest scene?”

But this is not the end yet! Ahead of you lies a brand-new book about Nazar! Because there’s no way I can leave this hopeless womanizer without being struck by Cupid’s arrows. His story will be called "Deep Trouble With You". See you.