The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novelas e Histórias

"My queen Akila is here ,I cut her words short , seeing the book I gave Nanuet yesterday floating in the air with all glory. The book layed on the bed after floating for a while ,it opened up to a particular page and a letter was on the page . It read :I HAVE EXAMINED THE PRINCESS CLOSELY AND SHE IS A FIGHTER ,SHE DESERVES THE BEST , FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED ,JUST BEING A CARING WIFE WILL NOT HELP HER GET THE PRINCE , THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM, I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU IS IN THIS PAGE , IT'S YOUR CHOICE TO ABIDE BY IT .

Robin's eyes practically bugged out of her head. "Damn... this is your brother's house? I laughed. "Yep." She looked from the stone exterior to the massive windows. "You are not about to tell me this man paid full price." "Oh, absolutely not." Travis whistled. "Seven-fifty K?" I shook my head, "Under a hundred K." "You mean six-fifty K?" I grinned. "No. I mean under one hundred grand." His mouth dropped open. "...Shut the hell up." "I swear."

"Everything has a price, Miss. The question is... are you willing to pay it?" Jin's words echoed in the hollow of Raya’s mind, repeating over and over like a haunting melody that refused to fade. She stood frozen on the marble floor of this expensive suite, the silence of the room feeling heavy and suffocating. Since she didn't have any money to offer to this man, she began to think about the only thing she had left—the most precious thing she had held onto for years, despite all the pain.

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.

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?!"

And I was being pushed into it. "I'm not for sale," I snapped. A flicker of something crossed his eyes. Brief. Unreadable. "Everyone has a price," he said simply. "I don't," I answered back. The room fell into silence. Heavy. Dangerous. For a moment, neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. Then, my phone rang. The sharp sound sliced through the tension like a knife. I became curious as to who called. My heart skipped. Slowly, I reached into my bag and pulled it out.

My feet ached, my head throbbed lightly, and my chest felt tight with everything I had swallowed back at the conference. I walked into my room and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The familiar glow spread across the walls, steady and calm, nothing like the harsh lights of Donovan Corp. I slipped off my shoes first, then my dress, letting it fall to the floor. The fabric felt heavier than it should have, as if it carried the stares, the whispers, the lies I had endured. I did not bother folding it. Tonight was not for order.