The Price Of A Broken Engagement Novels & Stories

Simply put, all the sons in their social circle were better than Noel. Sue forced herself to focus and not lose her objectivity. “How much can you fork out?” She calmed herself down and waited for Noel’s reply. “Priceless,” Noel said. “The relationship between Ms. Jarvis and I is priceless. So…” He pushed the check further away from himself, all the way back into Sue’s hands. “1.5 million dollars can’t buy a break-up between us.” Priceless? Sue laughed. “Cecilia wants to break up with you. What gives you the confidence to say that it’s priceless? Are you over-confident, or are you shameless?”

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

You're throwing me away like I didn't mean anything? Henry got up slowly from his chair. The firelight cast a shadow over half of his face, making it hard to interpret his eyes. Henry said, "The contract is over now." You will get your money. "Pack your bags." Georgia (shaking her head): "No." I won't leave just because she said so. We had a deal. "You can change agreements." Georgia (voice breaking): "And what about feelings? Can they also be rewritten? Or are you saying that you never cared about me?

I moved forward to touch him but he pushed me aside again. "I fought with my mother when she said you were after my money because I believed when you said you weren't. I am such a fool. People whispered behind my back, saying how marrying a waitress was a disgrace to my family and my name, but I still ignored everyone and picked a fight with whoever would suggest such an idea because I loved you. But you didn't give a damn, did you? You just wanted my money." "No! Adam, please listen to me I..." He raised his hand indicating me to stop speaking "No I don't want to hear a word. Get out. JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HOUSE"

"No." His eyebrow lifted. "No?" I shook my head. "You still owe me." "What do I owe you?" I pretended to think about it. "Hmm." "A new car?" "No." "A vacation?" "No." "A shopping spree?" "Definitely not." His fingers tightened around my waist. "Then what?" I stared into his dark eyes. "You owe me your attention." Something softened in his expression. For a moment, the stress vanished. For a moment, he looked like the man I fell in love with all those years ago.

At the company's banquet, Vanessa Sinclair the intern tosses a piece of abalone, which she has already taken a bite out of, onto my fiance, Leon Mercer's plate. He doesn't hesitate to gobble it up. That night, I tear our marriage alliance's contract into pieces before tossing them into the trash can. Leon takes off his glasses, his brows drawn together into a tight knot. "All this for a piece of abalone?" "She gave it to you after taking a bite out of it!" Leon looks up at me, his lips already curved into a mocking smile. "I never knew you're the type to be this petty, Audrey. Fine. If you don't want to proceed with this marriage, then let it be. Just don't regret your decision later.

Damian sat at the head of the table, his expression hard. When he saw me, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, but more than that was a restless irritation—he had lost control of the situation. I didn't look at him. I stepped into the center of the chamber, holding the decree high, sweeping my gaze across the room. Finally, it rested on Damian. "Damian," I said, my voice low but carrying through the hall. "You broke the vows you made to me, to my father, and to the Silvermoon pack. Now you want me to sign this document to legitimize your marriage to a new Luna."

The crisp beeps cut through their tearful confessions, coming across as absurdly mocking. Looking at Frederick, I said, "Back then, a simple hug cost $10,000. Prices are up now. Want me back? Sure. $100 million per hug." He blanched instantly. I ignored him and turned to Samuel. "A glance? Easy. The consultation fee is $50 million. Pay up front." He swayed, barely able to stand still. Finally, I turned to Theodore. "Marriage? Okay, but the line's long. Hmm... about 18 hot young guys ahead of you."

she replied, “and you’re right, this is not the 90’s. A child born out of wedlock is not something I’ll be judged for.” I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply. I did not want to believe that this was not Elaine’s plan against me. She must know how it would make me look in the media if I broke off the engagement publicly. I would be labelled as the unkind and heartless fiancé. It would hurt the image of my company; stock prices might plummet… “What?” she asked, “Do you want me to take down the post?” “You know what your follow-up post should be?” I said to her, “Our breakup. You should tell everyone that we are no longer together!”

Emerald’s heels clacked against the floor as Giselle trailed behind, rubbing her palms on her exposed arm as the temperature outside had gotten cold. “I’ll make you an offer, Miss Heinrich.” She began, stopping in her track and turning to face the brunette behind. “Break off your engagement with Mr. Heinrich, I’ll give you a Cheque of Ten million dollars.” Giselle’s eyes bulged at the amount she was willing to pay. But she couldn’t break her engagement with Ezra off, she wanted to, but something inside her just felt that it wasn’t right. Ezra trusted her, doing this type of shit behind his back wasn’t right.