The Price Is Your Everything Novel 소설 & 이야기

I married into my wife's wealthy family. My wife, Reese Sampson, was a formidable CEO, always certain I was after her fortune. Before we even said our vows, she insisted I sign a three-year prenup. For three long years, I couldn't spend a cent without her say-so. Every purchase needed her approval, and she could shut down any request on a whim. Then, with only a single day left on the agreement, disaster struck. My mother-in-law was rushed to the hospital after a car accident. I called Reese right away, frantic to secure the money for her surgery. The doctors demanded 3,000 dollars before they would even begin. But Reese refused to pay, shutting me down before I could explain. Moments

Waterson was worth far more than five million. Ignoring their murmurs, I quietly packed up my belongings and prepared to leave. Suddenly, Derrick appeared. The moment he noticed I wasn't wearing my uniform, his expression stiffened. "What are you doing?" Before I could answer, Jessica spoke first. "She's leaving." Derrick's gaze turned cold as he looked at me. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. I raised the bank card slightly and waved it in front of him. "Five million. Your fiancee paid me to disappear."

Diane finally lifted her eyes to look at me, her gaze sharp with scrutiny and laced with mockery. "Kian, I heard you studied finance. You sit in a temperature-controlled office all day. Do you even know how much a delivery rider makes per order out there in the heat? "Do you know the price difference between a pound of vegetables and a pound of meat? You’ve never experienced the most basic realities of life. What gives you the right to talk about building anything?" Her questions left me speechless. Olivia shot me an anxious look, trying to smooth things over. "Mom, Kian, he—"

What resurfaced in his mind was the memory of the day he'd excitedly brought wedding design sketches to me, only for me to look at him calmly and say, "Elias, there's no need for a wedding. Let's break up." His expression twisted into a fearsome scowl. Finally, he raised his bidding paddle. "10 million." The entire room erupted in shock. No one had expected him to spend such an outrageous amount buying back his own item. Zoey had never imagined her provocation would backfire so badly. She was furious. … The next second, the staff brought the bracelet over along with the POS machine. Elias lazily said, "What a shame. I meant to buy Zoey's mother a bracelet with better jade quality. I didn't r

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

Rupert froze on the spot, his eyes wide as he suddenly turned to look at the body on the bed. "How's this possible? How could that be, Mrs. Prescott?! This was supposed to be Ivan's mother?! Everything went according to plan. Where did it go wrong?" I suddenly caught the word "plan" from Rupert's mouth and grabbed his arm, suppressing my rage as I demanded, "What plan? Was your plan to prepare lobster rolls, knowing full well 'my mother' was allergic to lobster, and then force her to eat them? And when 'my father' refused to eat, you ordered your guards to beat him senseless and wouldn't stop even after he passed out! Do you realize what you did is murder?!"

She admitted bitterly. “Then give me what I’d dearly like a taste of.” “Me?” She croaked quietly. “Oh, no…” He stepped around her again. Murmuring to her shoulders and the back of her hair, then rounding before her once more. “Nothing so simple as that… I want the one thing you desperately don’t want to give.” “I’ve given you everything.” “Hmm…” He rumbled. “Have you?” Her pretty brow furrowed, and she nodded slowly.

When Lionel saw how ruthless she was, he didn't dare bring up the house again. The luxury car worth nearly half a million was destroyed just like that. It might not have been a significant sum for Lionel but it was enough to upset him for a few days. He had met his match in Sandra. At the end of the month, my lawyer told me to fly in for the court hearing. Everything was progressing smoothly, and to my surprise, Lionel’s new girlfriend, Elise Watson, had come along too. Just as Felicia had described, Elise was the “mean girl” archetype.

I was even more puzzled because there didn't seem to be anything unusual today, but why didn't the maid let me through earlier? I got the answer that I was looking for when the scene that greeted me when I turned on the light in the living room was far from the peaceful night I had envisioned. My hands tremble and my heart pounds like a sledgehammer against my chest. I stand rooted to the spot, my eyes wide with disbelief.

His face lit with hope. “But let me make one thing clear…” I leaned in closer, my voice like ice, “ I do not need your money. And I would never sell my happiness for it." The collective gasp from the room was deafening. I glanced at Damien, who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. “Myla,” Damien hissed, stepping forward. “What’s gotten into you? You’re acting crazy!” “One more word from you," I said, my voice sharp, “ I’ll squeeze those tiny balls of yours so hard you’ll never have kids. Do you understand me?”