Novel & Cerita The Price Of Breaking Up

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I didn't take my phone out of this room once I came into work both for safety and security reasons, as well as the fact that it was fucking expensive and I couldn't afford to lose it. I had already spent the money I'd make today in my head. Once I was done with this client, plus my tip money, I'd have enough for a new laptop. Mine broke a few days ago and it would be a bad look if it kept being unreplaced to a better sleeper model. There were only so many days

She pressed play and my world shattered. Anna’s voice was clear and sharp. “Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the offer?” A pause. Then Luciana’s measured voice. “We only want what’s best for everyone.” Anna scoffed. “Please. Just tell me the number.” Mother’s voice was clipped. “Ten million dollars.” Anna laughed. But the recording skipped slightly, and when her voice returned, it was cold. “That’s pocket change, I want more.” Another pause. Then Anna’s voice again, lower, deliberate.

Georgie responded coldly. Suzie instantly burst into tears. “No… Ms. Clementine, I was wrong. I really was wrong…” However, Georgie was completely unaffected. She pushed Suzie’s hand away and was prepared to get out of the car. When Suzie saw that her docile tactic wasn’t working, she stomped her foot and stood up. She quickly wiped her tears away and looked at Georgie’s back. “I want to terminate my contract!” Georgie laughed again. “Do you want to terminate your contract? Sure, pay up… According to your contract, the price of breaching it is 100 million dollars and not a penny less!”

"What else are you hiding?" Lucas shook his head, his silver-blue eyes filled with something fragile. "Nothing. I swear. You and Gabriel—you’ve changed everything." "And you?" Her question lingered, a challenge and a plea wrapped in one. Lucas pressed his forehead against the bars, the metal cool against the heat of his skin. "The curse can be broken," he said, his voice cracking. "But the price is higher than anyone is willing to pay." She looked at him, and he could see the war within her, emotions clashing like the waves against the ship's hull. "What do you mean, 'the price'?"

"You're right. Ladies, breakups are not scary. Don't just pick a random man and spend the rest of your life with him. "Who knows? He might even be bad for your finances!" "If some pathetic man dares to stand between me and money, I'll show you all the world record for the fastest breakup ever!" "You can play with my feelings, but not with my money. Money is quite literally my life. Anyone who tries playing around with my money deserves nothing but shame." There were all sorts of comments under Harry's post. At least now, there were fewer people putting him on blast. This was all thanks to him spending all the allowance he had saved over the years on public relations.

“No.” “They all broke up. Every last one of ‘em. Whether it was drugs or money or somebody bought it, or just a general habit of my associating with stupid gits, they all broke up. This one? Full of stupid gits. They just happen to be uncommonly talented, is all.” He took another drink.

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

I lowered my eyes to the blanket over me and was silent for a long time. "Cassian formally proposed dissolving the five-year contract," I said, my voice flat. "And he gave me fifty million dollars. As a breakup fee." Julian's pupils shrank. He straightened abruptly, about to say something. Creak. The door opened again.