The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novels & Stories

Today is my birthday dinner. Vincent booked out the entire top-floor dome restaurant, the most luxurious spot in Manhattan. Under the gaze of all our guests, he lavishly bought a private Caribbean island worth hundreds of millions at an auction, presenting the deed and a tiara studded with hundreds of crushed diamonds right in front of me. The surrounding tycoons, socialites, and mafia higher-ups were all filled with envy. "Mia, you're truly the luckiest woman in New York. The Don would even give his life for you, let alone these material things."

It was the largest vivid purplish-pink diamond in the world, and every eye in the room was locked onto it. Without blinking, I raised my bidding paddle. The hammer dropped at 238 million. Clyde's expression as he swiped the card? Priceless. I acted oblivious, beaming as I pulled him in front of the cameras. "Honey, thank you so much," I said brightly, leaning into him. "I can't believe you got me something this extravagant. You're the best—love you tons!" Applause broke out all around us, and congratulations were offered. "Mr. Sherwood really is famous for spoiling his wife—we've heard the stories, but now we've seen it for ourselves."

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."

"That's all in the past. From now on, let's just be strangers. The last time we'll see each other is a month later." … I never imagined that a month later, Elias would show up in a wheelchair. He was shockingly thin, his skin sallow, looking more like a homeless man than the person I once knew. After I left, he had gone out drinking every night, and in that state, he gave Isabel her chance for revenge. Fired from her job, Isabel lost her livelihood and was burdened with a massive compensation payment. Her family discovered her situation during Christmas and, overcome with fear, threw her out.

“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.