Novel & Cerita The Price Is Your Everything Spoilers

“Because I can make it disappear… for a price.” For a moment, I didn’t speak. The only sound was the soft rustle of the trees, the faint hum of a passing car in the distance. “What kind of price?” I finally asked. His gaze darkened, sliding down my face, my throat, lingering where it shouldn’t. “Nothing you can’t afford.” Disgust and anger twisted in my stomach. “You’re pathetic.”

Is it too awkward? “Wow! You look beautiful.” I pouted and was about to say something but she cut me off. “Shut up, it's perfect. We're taking it.” Finally, we're done with the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror before taking it off. It's not too bad. I checked the price and my mind blew off. A normal person can live for a month with this money. I sighed, I've a bad habit, I won't check the price until I want to buy it. If I had seen the price before, I should have told Amy something. Now she'll insist that I buy this dress.

She pressed play and my world shattered. Anna’s voice was clear and sharp. “Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the offer?” A pause. Then Luciana’s measured voice. “We only want what’s best for everyone.” Anna scoffed. “Please. Just tell me the number.” Mother’s voice was clipped. “Ten million dollars.” Anna laughed. But the recording skipped slightly, and when her voice returned, it was cold. “That’s pocket change, I want more.” Another pause. Then Anna’s voice again, lower, deliberate.

I almost pout, missing the defined abs. And then, my attention is diverted by an appetizing aroma. Saliva returns to my mouth as I notice on the table in front of the sofa a tray that holds a carafe of what I assume is the coffee Trevor promised, as well as two dishes covered with silver lids. Suddenly and loudly, my stomach rumbles in anticipation at the promise of food. “Ms. Price?” the older man asks, his voice bringing back my panic over my purse. “Yes. I’m Shana Price.”

His eyes was full of victory. Could be possibly have been the one to do that to Price? Or does he know anything at all because the timing matched a little too suspiciously to be just a coincidence. Or could it really have been a coincidence? Maybe he hadn't been shocked at first because he was extremely shocked? She had been watching from the back so she couldn't be sure of anything but now... Price is dead, the Woods are coming today for their investment withdrawal, even leaving behind the yields since he'll be needing it more than them.

Theodore said making Jeevika cry more and mumbled " I'm not on a sale. Neither I'm a thing to buy not I'm a toy to exchange " " Don't overlook it. He's just trying to help you out. Stay silent. You can ask him about it later " Vishv advised Jeevika who stayed silent. " Haha, you must be kidding me, Mr. Wright. No price can buy my prayer from me. " Niven snorts making Theodore add " If so then let's make a bet. If you win she'll be yours and if I won then she'll be mine " " But I'll decide the game," Niven said smirking at Jeevika way who was petrified enough that she hide her face in Vishv's chest.

"One that will cost you almost nothing." My eyebrows went up before I could stop them. Nothing came free. Not from him or anyone. Never. The slyness in his eyes was obvious as he watched closely for my reaction. I tried my best to give nothing away. "Nothing," I repeated slowly, letting the word sit between us like a blade laid flat on the table. "That's an interesting price, Marcus. What exactly am I paying with, if not money?" His smile widened, patient, almost fond, the expression of a man who had already decided how this conversation would end and was simply enjoying the scenery on the way there.

“But trust is not something people hand over easily, wife. It takes time for them to believe, especially when something looks too good to be true. They will come, just not on our clock.” Layla exhaled slowly, her frustration held tightly behind calm eyes. Michael Bling stepped forward then, choosing his words carefully, fully aware that truth, much like medicine, often tasted bitter. “Princess Layla,” he said, “the issue lies in the pricing itself.” Layla turned to face him. “The prices are so low,” Michael continued, “that people believe we are either running a scam or selling goods so inferior that even desperation would hesitate.”

"Why is this happening again? Even though we avoided liking her posts, why does fate refuse to let us go? Does her mere act of gathering likes seal our doom, stealing our futures?" Penelope pressed her trembling hands to her mouth, her tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks. "My mom is gravely ill... This opportunity means everything to me." Her voice broke, the despair heavy in every word. "What am I supposed to do now?" Nathan stood silent, his lips drawn into a tight line. This eerie twist of destiny seemed to mock every shred of material logic he held dear. The weight of helplessness blanketed us, the air around us heavy and suffocating.

“Hey. Look at me.” Her breath caught, but she obeyed. “You are not a slut. You are not a villain. You’re a woman who had the courage to stop living a lie and take control of her story.” Tears filled her eyes. “Then why does it feel like I’ve lost everything?” “Because you have,” he said honestly. “Everything that wasn’t real. Everything that didn’t serve you. You’ve stripped it away, and now you’re standing in the wreckage. That’s terrifying, I know. But it’s also the start of something new.”