Novel & Cerita The Price Of His Love

the auctioneer announced with a smile. This made the people in the audience unable to believe it. The auctioneer explained, "Mr. Rosales said that true love is priceless." The whole audience erupted in enthusiastic applause for Mr. Rosales' heartfelt words, "True love is priceless." The bidding this time almost made the whole audience boil. Although the price started at 1 dollar, it didn't take long for it to rise to 1 million... 20 million... 30 million... With each increase, there was a wave of people giving up.

So I make it clearer. “I’m not taking your money,” I add, my tone still even, but now edged with something sharper, something deliberate. “Not now. Not ever.” There’s a beat of silence. Then I tilt my head slightly, meeting his gaze without hesitation, without even the slightest hint of doubt. “You really think I’d put a price on him?” I say, my voice calm—but there’s something firmer underneath it now. Not just defiance. Conviction. A quiet breath leaves me as I shake my head faintly, my eyes not leaving his. “₱100 million might be enough to make people walk away,” I continue, softer—but heavier, more grounded in truth than pride, “but you’re asking me to leave someone I love.”

"That's all?" "It's enough." The corners of Jepherson's mouth curled upwards. She didn't catch the obvious message intended in the number. She was so slow to get the hint, he thought. Raeleigh looked at Jepherson for a while and asked, "How much is the price?" "One hundred thirty-three million and four thousand." Jepherson said casually. Raeleigh looked at him and asked, "Why is this number so strange?" "The sum is equivalent to the title of 'Darling Wife'."

“It’s been a long day.” He studied her for a moment before speaking again. “I need a wife.” The words stunned her. “I’m sorry?” she asked, certain she had misheard. “A contract wife,” he clarified. “Someone to marry me in name only.” Amelia laughed nervously. “Is this some kind of joke?” “It isn’t.” He told her everything—his grandfather’s pressure, the need for appearances, the lack of time or interest in love. Then he named the amount he was willing to pay.

I felt his electric touch me, my breath caught up in my throat. “If you can't provide the money in the next 3 weeks, you should agree on a contract marriage. As you read earlier, after your first birth we will divorce. I want a son with you in place of my fifty million,” he breathed. “What do you think, little doll?” His words were a soft murmuring in my ear. “Get off me,” I slapped his arms off me and drew back. I never felt a thing for him. He didn't seem to amaze me at all.

Napapakurap siya ng makita nga roon ang halagang kailangan niya. 250.000, may pangtubos na ako sa bahay namin. God, salamat... "250.000 in exchange for a love deal." Napalunok siya sa binigkas ng ginang. "Thank you for accepting this offer." Inilahad nito ang kamay at tinanggap naman niya iyon. "Eh, when we start the makeover Ate?" Tanong ng bakla. "M-Makeover?" Nagtataka niyang tanong rito.

The next thing that would take something from me but there was nothing. Just the sound of the wind. The vineyard. The man I loved and my daughter sleeping peacefully inside the house. I took Ambrose's hand. "Let's stay here." He smiled. "Forever?" I looked at him. "Why not?" He kissed my knuckles. "I'd like that." I rested my head against his shoulder. Once, I thought love was something people could buy. Something families could inherit. Something powerful people could use as a weapon. Something you could lose if you weren't careful enough but I was wrong.

“A few tens of thousands is not a big deal to you?” “Not particularly, no.” I just look at him for a moment. The man is standing in a hallway full of flowers he bought on the advice of his assistant, genuinely confused about why I'm not crying happy tears, and he sees nothing strange about any of it. “I would've appreciated it more in its original form, honestly,” I say. “Just the direct, clean money. No petals because I honestly think women have fake love for it.” Something shifts in his expression and then the corner of his mouth pulls up, slowly and reluctantly. He reaches out and rubs the top of my head lightly, messing up my hair in a way that should be annoying and somehow isn't.

"But forty-eight thousand dollars—" "Is a rounding error in my investment portfolio." His voice was gentle but firm. "Sweetheart, I told you. Money isn't an issue. And even if it was, even if this cost everything I had, I'd still buy it. Because you love it. Because it makes you happy. Because you're worth a hell of a lot more than forty-eight thousand dollars to me." Tears pricked her eyes. "Oh my God, you know I just want to say, you silver-tongued devil."

“Why did you take my phone that had Luna’s contact information? You deliberately made it so I couldn’t reach Luna, snuck into the Larsons’ estate, and took my Luna away, didn’t you? You want to replace her because you’re jealous of her, so you hid my Luna, right?” George let out a bitter laugh and suddenly dropped to his knees. “Annie, I’m begging you, take everything from the Larsons. I don’t want anything. Just give me my Luna back, please!” Annie froze for a moment, then started laughing bitterly. However, her laughter soon turned to tears, shifting from a pained smile to a wild, reckless laugh. “George, I’ve loved you for ten years! Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything but your lo