The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novels & Stories

It had all come with the ring. And yet… even now… Even knowing all she knew… She would still sign her name beside his. Because that was the price of the name Avancii. And she would pay it. A thousand times over.

" I inhaled deeply, giving my car's trunk a thorough once-over. Sure, it looked a bit worn, but it was a car my parents had splurged on back in the day. Any damaged part would need the original piece for repairs, costing more than a new ride. I faced the thrilled crowd and, with an icy edge, said, "If you're not going through insurance, then you better cover my car's repair bill." Patrick sneered at me, saying, "Money, money, money. Is that all you ever talk about? I can't believe how materialistic you are, Yvonne. You're such a letdown."

He'd quietly leave gifts on the bedside table—flowers, necklaces, expensive handbags. He hadn't given me anything in years. Those lavish presents had always been for Isabel to flaunt on Instagram. Now, he seemed to believe these offerings could somehow erase what he'd done. I tossed every one of his grimy guilt gifts straight into the trash. Standing by my bed one night, he whispered, "Don't be so cold, Renee. I know I made a mistake. I love you, Renee." He didn't realize I was awake, lying there, listening in disgust.

“But as we suspected, he's disappeared. Left this behind.” Marcus pulled a navy Smythson envelope from the pocket of his Brunello Cucinelli suit. Inside, a piece of paper in Professor Maharani's elegant handwriting: To my beloved children, You think you've won? This is just the opening. I have positioned every chess piece on this board since you were born. And remember - in the Maharani family game, nothing is truly white or black. See you in the next game. - Papa. “Shit,” Marcus swore under his breath. “He had it all planned out. Even Alexandra's betrayal.”

#ArmyofpatientsforDrBirch This didn't make it to the top of the charts, but the algorithm recommended it to everyone. My finger was shaking with emotion, but I clicked the link anyway. The video started with a dark screen, and then a beam of light shot through the darkness. A moment later, a wrinkled but loving face appeared. The dame started hoarsely, "Dr. Birch, the arguing flew past my head, so I just want to say that you paid for my partner's bypass surgery three years ago when we couldn't afford it.

The auctioneer’s words fell, and everyone began bidding; the price eventually exceeded one thousand energy crystals. “What a bunch of rich people who overvalue things!” Note: Energy crystals have been changed to spirit stones, and spirit stones no longer have tiers as in the first novel

I'll be using POVs now. Thank you. JUWAI'S POV *WEDDING DAY* I woke up that early morning feeling detached, a feeling like i don't belong to the world anymore, a feeling that i have no one else to call mine. What have i done?. I never in my life felt so dejected and weak, or never felt so vulnerable and hate until this early morning of my wedding day with yaa junyad. Well, my second marraige to be precise.

Elias offered to send a driver to take me to her place and I agreed. Now, here I was, outside a brightly lit toy store, feeling a little foolish. Just a few months before, I couldn't even afford a new pair of shoes—hell, I was just getting by. And now I was purchasing toys for children who weren't mine. Children who had somehow melted their way into the crevices of my heart. I gazed at the window display. Pink dollhouses, sketchbooks, toy trucks, puzzles. A gentle laugh escaped my lips. The irony was not lost on me.

"Go ahead, run and hide! It doesn’t matter where you run off to. I’ll make sure you pay for our daughter’s death." It was late autumn, and the courtyard was carpeted with a dense layer of fallen leaves. I stayed silent for a long time before finally nodding and stating in an indifferent voice, "I see." In the end, their so-called love was not even worth $800,000. Steam curled slowly from the coffee. I thought I recognized a faint mirage of the young Evan through the steam. There he was in a faded school uniform, waving at me from the classroom doorway. His smile was radiant.

she retorted, her patience dwindling in the face of his persistence. His response dripped with an unsettling confidence, "You see, there's no need for pretense. Everything in life has a price tag. So, what's your price? How much do you desire?" The meaning behind his words remained elusive to Adina, who couldn't fathom what he meant. What price? Why did he accuse her of pretense? She had never encountered this man before, nor had he been present at the restaurant or engaged in any transaction that would explain his cryptic questions.