The Price Of Breaking Up Novels & Stories

Blood pooled on the floor around her. Just as those women had pinned me down and broken my bones, Derek's men held her down and broke her piece by piece. Shawn cried out, "Mom and Dad, please let her go. Are you seriously going to kill her? She's already suffered so much, and she's carrying my child. Don't you want your grandchild? "Mom's already in this state. There's no use crying over spilled milk. If you don't stop hurting Celine, I won't care what happens to Mom anymore!"

Then, in a whisper—"Maybe you should've. It would've been kinder than this. You've brought him to hell, and for what? Because you care about something? He's not yours to hold, Eli." I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor behind me. "That is enough." “No, it isn't," Cathan said. "You don't get to play god with people's lives just because you're hurting. This kid… he was already broken before you got to him. And now? You going to shatter him even more." I glared at him for what felt like an eternity, anger simmering just beneath the surface. At last, I pointed toward the door.

As she spoke, she then continued speaking with some concern, “Grandpa, if that person who entrusted the pills is really planning to use the Rejuvenating Pill that has been split into four parts to pave the way as you’ve said, there is no doubt that as soon as everyone sees the first successful bidder taking the first part of the Rejuvenating Pill, the price of each subsequent part of the pill will definitely be higher than the previous one. And every time the bidding ends, it would be a huge trigger for the next person. If we were to go one step at a time, I’m afraid that the last whole Rejuvenating Pill will really be auctioned for a sky-high price when the time comes!” Jordan smiled helple

I noticed Sarah was clutching her phone in her hand, probably ready to call someone. I grabbed the phone from her hand and threw it down onto the ground as hard as I could, watching it shatter into pieces. The screen cracked in a spider web pattern, and the case split open, revealing the broken electronics inside. "That's the price of lying to me," I said, my voice cold and final. Sarah stared at her broken phone in horror, then looked back at me with pure fury in her eyes. "You're going to pay for that!" she shrieked. "That phone cost me eight hundred dollars!"

"You heard that?" Wes shrugged softly, a look on his face that was no longer readable. "I didn't mean to but yeah, I did overhear that." I pursed my lips, pausing for a moment. "It wasn't set in stone, obviously. Just an idea. His idea, actually." Wes nodded, waiting for me to continue so I did. "It would be the same price as what we pay for the dorms. There was no reason not to." "Was the breakup the only reason it can't happen?"

Only now did I finally see her true face. "Whether it's nonsense or not, you know the truth yourself. And I don't want to keep dragging this out anymore. Let's break up." Claire's expression changed instantly. She stared at me in disbelief. "What did you say? What right do you have to break up with me? Are you seriously breaking up with me over thirty dollars?" Even now, she still thought it was because of those thirty dollars. But I no longer wanted to explain. "Believe whatever you want. Either way, we're finished. Congratulations. From now on, you don't have to worry about me trying to take your money anymore."

She replied instantly, "Hannah, don’t push your luck. Even if you stay, Nathan will only marry me. I know you don’t want to let go now that the company’s about to go public, but for the sake of what you’ve done for him, I’ll make him give you $10,000 as a breakup fee." "Let’s face it—without Nathan, you’ll never find someone this rich again." Ten thousand dollars. I wasn’t sure that would even cover the cost of one wedding table at the Henderson family’s banquet. Just as I finished reading her message, my door burst open. “Hannah, why did you put the watch I gave you up for sale online?” Nathan asked, his voice sharp.

“I only have 3 billion.” Stephen suddenly fell silent. That was too little. The original price was 8 billion. Selling them for 3 billion would mean a loss of 5 billion! “Can you offer a little more?” Stephen’s voice grew soft. In the past, he would never have pleaded that way. “That’s my highest offer. If you don’t want to sell, then forget it.”

Finally, a melodious voice came through, accompanied by the clinking of glass. "And so?" Jovas swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "I... I have to ask you for a million." Before he could say more, the sharp crash of glass breaking cut through the line. A frantic voice pleaded in the background—a maid, apologizing over and over. The melodious voice turned ice-cold. "You broke my glass. Do you have any idea how much that cost? You are not even worth a quarter of a million dollars, yet you dare break what belongs to me."

He took a step closer, his glare cutting through her. In the past life, Vanessa had profited handsomely by selling project papers to shady buyers, funding her endless cosmetic enhancements. But this time? Every cent she swallowed would be regurgitated tenfold. And prison awaited her.