The Price Is Your Everything Spoilers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What?” Her gaze flicks somewhere over my shoulder, unfocused. And when she speaks again, I know she’s not talking to either of us. “I’m not doing it again.” The hairs on my arms prickle. “What’s it saying?” Leo asks. Poppy swallows hard. Slowly, she looks at us both. “It said,” she whispers, “Always a price. Always one for another. That’s how it works.” No one speaks. Leo stands a little taller, his eyes flaring gold, as if he can intimidate the voice to leave our mate alone.

“Dmitri, the exit clause in Rinaldi’s contract is a small gesture of humanity. It’s what makes the deal appealing. We don’t need to eliminate it entirely; we just need to ensure the penalty for utilizing it is disproportionately high. We preserve the illusion of choice, while guaranteeing the cost of defiance is astronomical.” The words—illusion of choice and cost of defiance—were a direct, personal assault. They weren't talking about Rinaldi; they were sending a message straight through the wall to me. They were reminding me of the price of my own surrender, all while my mother debated canapés. I felt a wave of dizzying panic. My knuckles were white as I gripped the table edge. I couldn't b

" 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."

Marcus Kane (POV) For everything there is a price to pay, but how do you pay a price for something you know not. Apparently, you are paying for it, but still don't know what you are paying for. That defines my situation right now or maybe I was just the one overthinking it.

“Clean that thing well, and I'll try again.” The sales attendant nodded and did what was asked. Clara swiped the second time, but it still read the same way. Declined. By this time, Clara’s face had paled. “H…How much is it?” The sales attendant kept a straight face, even though she was erupting with laughter inside. “It's ten million dollars, ma'am. It's a premium design from Da’Le Crux. It's the only one of its kind.” Clara's face grew paler. “I asked for the price, not some type of history.”

It cost Elara. That was the part of love stories no one sang about loudly. The choice to stand with one person sometimes left another crying at the sink. It did not make the choice wrong. It only made it human enough to hurt. We finished packing after that. Or pretending to pack, because there was so little left to do. Spiro checked the final bags and removed one more unnecessary thing from mine, a small extra wrap I had tucked in without thinking. “You will not need that.” I frowned. “I might.” He did not blink. “You will not.” I glared at him. “You don’t know everything.” He looked unmoved. “I know that cloth smells like this house and will do nothing but tell anything with a nose that you

Two tall, broad-shouldered men in black suits stood at the door, their faces expressionless. "Sir, we really couldn't get the money together," Finn's father, Peter Shore, said. He bowed slightly, his tone fawning. "So… we thought of another solution. We brought Mr. Olson a Christmas present." One of the bodyguards lifted a flashlight and shone it in my face. The light stabbed at my eyes, making me squint. "Her?" His voice didn't hold a shred of emotion.

It was a stark contrast to the struggles she had faced before, yet she knew that every dollar came with unspoken expectations. Alexander took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Enjoy your stay, Sophia. But remember… Everything has a price.” With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving her standing there, still clutching her phone, her mind reeling. “Everything has a price.” She whispered to herself. Numerous thoughts began to run through her heart. She thought it had been bought. Anytime Alexander sends her an amount, it usually comes with being able to sacrifice something or being traded off in exchange for the money.

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.