Novel & Cerita The Price Of A Broken Engagement

Marrying such an unreasonable woman would only throw the entire household into chaos. "Call the marriage off. I have no objection. But the porcelain bowl was our family's betrothal gift to yours. Now that your best friend deliberately smashed it, you must compensate me." "Are you insane?" Zoey immediately shrieked, "Lauren, he's obviously taking advantage of you! How much could that pile of broken junk even be worth?!" The surrounding bystanders burst into mocking laughter. "This delivery guy must be starving for money! How dare he try to extort Miss Hayes?"

The exquisite porcelain was smashed to the ground, and the fragrance of the green tea spread throughout the hall. However, Hector ignored it and stepped on the broken pieces of porcelain on the floor with little thought. He approached Harvey step by step and hissed coldly, “York, can you really take out 1.57 billion dollars?” Harvey flashed him a careless smile. “Are you stupid? Didn’t I just pay 1.57 billion dollars as the guarantee fund?” Hector sneered, “If I tell you that I won’t increase the price now, will you regret it?”

“Let them talk. Did you finish sorting your stuff out?” Marilyn stiffened. Her smile faltered just slightly. She had been keeping it together—outwardly. “Yeah. I told him the engagement's off.” But calling off the engagement came with a price. Vincent had demanded six hundred thousand as compensation, and Marilyn didn’t have that kind of money. Not even close. “If you need help…” Serena began. Marilyn shook her head before Serena could finish. “Thanks, but I’ll figure it out.”

Clark replied and went back to his pasta. I gave an exasperated look to Mia that said, 'Is this seriously the guy you fell in love with? A broke mama's boy?' Mia sighed. It was too late. If she broke off the engagement, the debt would still be there and she would have to answer to her parents as much as her parents would have to answer to the society they lived in, why their daughter's marriage didn't happen. Their parents were old-fashioned people. Once they had committed, it was Mia's duty to see it to its end. No matter the price she had to pay. Poor people only had respect. She couldn't let her family lose that too.

"Isabella waited exactly twenty four hours before returning my ring and announcing her engagement to Harrison Blackwell." "That must have hurt." "It was educational. I learned that love is just another transaction, and everyone has a price." Sophia drained the pasta, her heart aching for the younger version of Ethan who'd learned that lesson the hard way. "Not everyone." "No? What's your price, Sophia? Because if I remember correctly, you're here for five million dollars." The words stung because they were true. But they were also incomplete. "You're right," she said, plating the pasta with more force than necessary. "I am here for the money. But that's not all I'm here for."

“Dating back hundreds of centuries ago, it has gathered immense significance. Being generous, we’re starting off with a price of five hundred thousand…” “Five hundred K?” Edgar's loud voice cut in, breaking all decorum. “That’s nothing. I can drop that and more.” He waved his paddle. “I’ll take it.” Oh well! He was bad for business. I forced a smile, looking at him. “You sound so eager, Mr Sinclair. Be careful, or you’ll go broke tonight.” “Who gives a fuck about being broke, ha…” Silence followed. No one else bidded, mostly because they didn’t want to outbid a man they considered beneath them. I went on.

Cara drew Romeo back and whispered softly, "so tell me, how much really is everything?" Of course, his fiancee could tell that he had been lying earlier. He smiled softly and responded, this time, honestly. "Just a small sum of fifteen million dollars. But don't get my intention wrong, I wasn't trying to mock your parents or anything. "I didn't cut the price because I thought they couldn't pay it, I would never try to insult your parents in that way. I just thought that if your dad kept insisting on paying me back then the least I could do was accept half the price."

The people present also took a deep breath because of the price. This is the first one. You know, the later the girl, the more beautiful and popular she is, and the higher the price. In the past, $ 8000 could buy a girl in the middle. It seems that this time the tall and thin man was trapped in the scandal and was angry to lose his mind. “Any more?” The auctioneer asked. Silent. "$ 8000 once." The auctioneer tapped the hammer. "$ 8000 twice." "$ 8000 three times."

Jessica had completely severed our connection. I leaned back against the sofa, letting out a guttural growl of anguish as pain consumed me. My eyes fell on the ring Jessica had left behind—the one my mother had given her. The silver moonstone glowed faintly under the light. It was the family heirloom my mother had put on Jessica’s finger the day of our engagement. "This is our family’s heirloom. From now on, it belongs to you," my mother had said. I remembered how Jessica’s eyes had filled with tears, her amber gaze sparkling with happiness as she smiled sweetly at me.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.