The Price Of His Love Novels & Stories

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."

"She's not wrong. But she's not entirely right either." "What do you mean?" "I mean," he said, lifting me onto the table, "that we have three hours to discover if prophecy can be rewritten by desire." But even as his mouth found mine, even as our marks burned with shared want, I heard my mother's voice on the wind: *Every choice has a price, daughter. Even love. Especially love.* The moon watched us through the window, and in its light, I saw the truth: We were already paying.

“Let me know that what you said over the phone was not true. You wouldn’t go behind our backs to get married to that boy.” I didn’t want to get into an argument with him, especially when he was sitting on a hospital bed, but I really wanted to know what he held against Ethan and his family, aside the fact that they didn’t have a solid reputation. “Ethan loves me,” I simply told him, taking fistfuls of my dress and trying to control my tears. “I will do anything for him, and he will do the same.” Dad only shook his head. “I want you out of here,” he said. “Since you’re already married and have decided to have it your way, just leave.”

He was stunned, as if recalling the happy moments we had once shared. After a long moment of silence, he finally lowered his head and said, "Back then, we were young. Hormones control our brains. We didn't understand how long a lifetime really was, so we thought loving only one person forever would be easy." "I love you now, and I love Daisy too. I can't give her the title of my wife, so I want to make it up to her in other ways. But one thing is certain—no matter how many women I have outside, you will always be my wife."

The day I found out the forty-five thousand dollars had mysteriously disappeared from my bank account, I was at the hospital collecting Francis's medical test results. The doctor had found something in his lungs, possibly cancer, and said treatment would cost at least 45,000 dollars. I had not even broken the news to him before he gave all that money to his lover and rushed to divorce me. Well, good riddance. Our marriage was done for. I did not sign up to nurse a cancer patient.

He then looked up and saw that Lovey was peeking into the display windows with a look of utter envy. Recalling his wife’s orders, he approached her and said, “Do you like those outfits? If so, give them a try.” Lovey wrung the hem of her shirt, saying nervously, “But… they’re probably really expensive…” She was poor. Max even had to pay for her school fees. “Don’t worry about the price. If you like them, I can buy them for you,” Maxwell said with a smile. Lovey’s eyes lit up, but she waved at him. “No, I can’t let you do that. The fees are already expensive enough. I can’t keep spending your money.”

I whisper to Malachi "Миша выходит из себя. Ваш принц подарил вам невозможное чудо. Если ты не дорожишь им, ты потеряешь их обоих" (Misha snap out of it. Your prince has given you a impossible miracle. If you don't cherish him you will lose both of them) he firmly tells Misha. Sasha walks over and smacks his twin in the back of his head knowing that Malachi would of done it if our woman wasn't in his lap. Misha immediately starts using his brain and wraps his arms around Jacks waist kissing all over his growing belly before planting a big kiss on his lips.

I say trying to sound as sincere as I can. “Time is valuable, Vanessa. If yours isn’t, mine is.” He retorts. I almost feel like he’s taking shots at me but it dawns on me that he’s really just being honest, Anderson is a billionaire after all and he couldn’t have gotten there by being late. “I know. I’m sorry” I tell him, with more honesty than before.

He screamed the last part so loudly, she felt it inside her heart. “I—” Before she could say it, he put his finger back on her lips. “Don’t say it unless you truly understand what it means. Loving me comes with a price. Don’t say those words unless you’re prepared to pay that price to be with me.” She didn’t even need to think about it. “I love you too,” she said with conviction. He sighed and kissed her again. When he was done, he said, “You know what I am. You’ve seen the full extent of what loving me comes with now. Are you sure you still want this?”

"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.