The Price Is Your Everything Spoilers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Monday after Thanksgiving, Trisha landed past lunchtime, after Susan and Mike left, and didn’t give me a chance to even say hi. “Have you seen the news?” she cried, and smashed the phone in my face. I read the headline and frowned, trying to compute the words. Brandon Price is leaving Haunters after season ten. What the flying fuck? Trisha saw me gawk and pushed me to the east parlor. “May we?” she asked before pushing me in.

“What if I told you I could take them all down? Every copy. Every post. Gone in minutes.” My heart stuttered. “You can?” He chuckled softly. “Of course I can. I know things… and people.” “Then do it,” I demanded, turning sharply to face him. “If you have any decency left, just—” “Oh, Lessie,” he murmured, stepping closer until I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “You really think I’d do something like that for free?” My stomach sank. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” he said, his tone suddenly colder, sharper, “everything has a price.”

Doesn't look away. I exhale. Long and slow. "Fine." I cross my arms. "Tell me how much it's going to cost. To hire you. To give me the information I need. To cover my tracks while I move." He tilts his head. Thinking. "Tell me how much.”, I almost shouted. "Okay. I'll tell you how much it costs." He whispered. I waits. "It's going to cost you everything. Everything you know. Everything you are."

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Buy something without having to look at the price tag first? Nina wasn't sure if she could take a peek at the price tag on this black dress that looked so much prettier. She closed her eyes for a moment while mentally preparing herself, so she wouldn't faint when she found out how much this shirt cost. "I'm die! 5000 dollars?" ***

“You really think I’m a fool.” “I don’t—” “You expect me to believe that you just walked in here, confessed everything, and now you’re offering to fix my biggest problem out of… what? Guilt?” I scoffed. “That’s not how this works.” “I’m serious,” she said firmly. “There is no price.” I walked closer again, stopping just inches away from her. “Everyone has a price.” “Not this time.” “Especially this time.” Our eyes locked, neither of us backing down.

My stomach drops so fast it almost hurts. Six figures is more than my father lost in his final month before bankruptcy. More than my mother will earn in years. More than the total balance of every desperate calculation scribbled in the margins of hospital bills at home. Security starts moving toward me. I open my mouth. “I am so sorry. It was an accident. I will—” You will what, Andrea? Sell your kidney? The host pushes through the small crowd forming around the disaster, his expression strained but controlled. “This piece was specially acquired from a private European collection,” he says tightly. “It is not replaceable.”

“Tell me everything.” ***

“Yeah, I knew about the reduced budget for the wedding. My mom asked for my opinion before doing it.” He had laughed then, cruel and smug. “You’re so easy to fool, Misha. No wonder they say women in love are the easiest to deceive.” Now that I thought about it, stripped of the rosy filters I’d placed over him, Lionel wasn’t just cold, he was downright hypocritical. The door creaked open, and Lionel entered the room silently. His eyes were fixed on me, intense and unwavering. “I’m sorry, Misha. I didn’t know you’d just had a miscarriage…” he said, his voice thick with guilt.

She saw Ilda standing frozen, pale and breathless, panic flickering in her eyes. The room fell deathly silent. Christian walked over to his mother, knelt beside her wheelchair, and gently placed his hand on hers. She looked at him, a tear falling down her cheek as if the world had begun to finally show its truth. “Mom… it’s over. He’s going to pay. Every last piece of this mess… it ends now.”