The Price Of His Love の小説・ストーリー

"Come back, Elodie! I don't want anything anymore. Just come back." "It's fine if you don't forgive me. Just come back so I can hug you again… Please…" "You can hear me, right? You love me so much, so I'm sure you can…" I knew that things were over between us, but seeing him like this still made me want to give him a hug. At the end of the day, everything was too late. Why do people only cherish what they have after they lose it? And so, I sat by him and watched as he cried his heart out, sobbing the entire night before he passed out into slumber.

In her head, none of what she did was wrong. I looked at her. It was just... ridiculous. Almost sad. "So if I'd pulled up in a sports car with a black card, you wouldn't have left? That's not love, Jenny. That's a transaction." "A transaction?" She shook her head like crazy. "No! I love you! I always have. You just never gave me enough!" Her words shut me up. In her world, love had a price. And the second something better showed up, betrayal was just... part of the deal.

His warm breath blowing on my skin. “You didn't have to get it. Did it cost so much?” “You worry about a little cash. I get you whatever you want and deserve, my love. You mean so much more than diamonds.” His finger turned my chin, to face him. “And it didn't cost anything. You're priceless to me.” “Don't cry,” he whispered, cleaning the tear drop. “I would do anything for you. And only you. And I mean every word.” “A couple of months ago. I would never believe I would be in love with you.”

The doctors immediately sprang into action, bringing out various equipment to begin emergency treatment. Meanwhile, a young nurse, though frightened of Jaclyn's fury, still stammered, "B-But Ms. Prescott, you personally ordered us not to treat Mr. Shaw's parents unless he waited in line and paid the fees first. You said you needed to 'avoid any conflict of interest.' "The fee was only 2000 dollars, but Mr. Shaw, as your husband, had to request it from Mr. Williams, and Mr. Williams only gave him 20 dollars. That's what led to Mrs. Prescott's death."

"The fireworks for that day must be the most expensive and the best. "Also, go bid on that Ocean's Tear necklace she likes. I'll give it to her on that day." Listening to his words, I lost myself for a brief moment. It almost seemed as if Martin loved me deeply. However, as quickly as the ‌thought appeared, I snapped myself out of it. Looking up and catching sight of the wedding photo of Martin and Julia, I let out a cold laugh. I opened a page on my phone, which was continuously popping up with successful transfer notifications.

Shaking my head wouldn’t change the price. “This is legit. It’s displayed on the brand website, bitch, and it’s not mass produced.” “Yeah. They’re only ten pieces of this design.” “So, is this the one?” She shoved the screen into my face. “I can’t see anything.” I took it from her, scrolling down to check the specs and details. “Oh, my God. It’s indeed, Sapphire.” “He’s deeply and madly in love with you. I’m sure he doesn’t care about spending 2.3 million dollars, but he chose to give you a limited, extravagant, unique watch. That says a lot.”

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

Now He is saying to me that He loves me. I saw Honesty in his eyes.. Indeed I am a lucky girl. I will soon gonna tell you my feelings shiv.

A gentle squeeze of my palm. It was like he was checking to make sure I was still real. I am real, I thought, looking at him. I’m not a ghost yet. Even if this world tries to turn me into one. I started to talk, mostly to fill the space, but also because I knew he was listening in a way no one else ever had. "I used to think that being loved meant being told beautiful things," I said, looking at the distant mountains. "I wanted poems and promises. But I think I was wrong. Promises are just words. They can be broken as easily as they’re spoken."

Before I could begin to type, he stopped me. "There was a condition attached to this," he looked into my eyes and pointed out. I stopped in my tracks, with a surprised look, I asked him, "What's that?" "You said I should name my price." I was weakened and I put down my phone. "Yes. Name your price," I requested. He leaped to my face, cupped it, and whispered, "Make love to me like never before. A heroic one." "You know I will ever love to," I breathed, meeting his craving gaze with my own unwavering one.