The Price Of His Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I didn’t realize it was doing so well. Maybe we can add to it once I get my inheritance. I’ve been researching a new breed of horseflesh…” “It’s holding its own and we can do whatever you want with it, but I was referring to that money I was trying to tell you about,” he said as he pulled her close. Her soft hair caressed his solid chest as she snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’m worth three-million dollars, baby.”

Something that looked almost like grief. "I loved her more than I have ever loved anything," he said. "Head over heels, completely, the way you read about in books and laugh at because you think it will never happen to you. And it got her killed." He let the words sit for a moment. "Not because I was careless. Not because I made a mistake. Because the people who wanted to hurt me knew that she was the way to do it. They knew that if they touched her, I would break. And they were right." He exhaled slowly. "That is the price of love in this life, son. It hands your enemies a weapon they will not hesitate to use."

"She was a lesson. A very expensive, very painful lesson in the cost of trust. She taught me that everyone has a price, and that love is just a pretty word for a transaction." "That's not true," Elara whispered, her heart aching for the man who believed such a terrible thing. "Isn't it?" He let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "You're standing here, in a penthouse I paid for, wearing clothes I bought, because I paid your price. Twenty million dollars. So tell me, Elara, how are you any different?"

(Or else it'll hurt alot) I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love? He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex. I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped. I looked at him, trying one last time. ' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out. (Don't do this right now) He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear. ' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.' (Relax yourself)

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

"The path to becoming elite has always been full of challenges and sweat. A small setback like this is simply the price of success." "Price?" "The price is turning him into this? The price is making a six-year-old severely malnourished and mentally exhausted?" "This isn't elite education. This is abuse." Doctors, nurses, and even other patients' families nearby all turned to look at us. "Shut up!" "What do you even know? This is cutting-edge science. You're just a housewife. What right do you have to speak here?"

And in that breaking, he found truth: > “Love is not about possession. It’s about honor. And I failed to honor the best thing that ever happened to me.” If he could go back, he would cherish her laughter more. He would protect her peace like it was his own. He would fight for her before she had to fight for herself. He would choose her. Every time. In every room. Every day. But now… it was too late. And so, he sat by the window, watching the rain fall like tears from the sky, hoping that somewhere out there, Crystal had finally found the love she always deserved. Because even in this storm of regret…

“Name your price, Robyn. Ten million dollars?” “Are you even listening to yourself?” Blood rushed in my head, making my cheeks heat. “I don’t need your freaking money. You can’t buy me off over my feelings for your son. You can keep your money, Lex. I’m offended that you even think I will take your money to give your son an heir. If he wants a child, I will give him one without a price. I’ll do it because I love him.”

"Why the hell are you in Brooklyn?" "I got married, Dave." Silence. Heavy, stunned silence. "You... you what?" "I got married. To a mechanic. His name is Sebastian. He's broke, he's gorgeous, and he hates the Vane family. It's perfect." "Sienna, have you lost your mind?" Dave shrieked. "A mechanic? Do you have a prenup? Does he know who you are? Does he know you're worth fifty million dollars?" "I'm worth zero dollars, Dave," I said, looking at the empty fridge. "That's why I need the advance."

Doesn’t she love me anymore? ”Name your term,” I answered. ”No! I want to know how much you think my price is.” There was anger in her voice. I do not want to give a price because she is priceless, and I have no intention of letting her go. But if naming a price would determine the number of days I can have her, I decided to give her a low price. That way, I’d be able to keep her longer. ”Ten thousand!” She blurted a disgusted chuckle and then answered, ”Twenty thousand!”