The Prize By Julie Garwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jade's nails dug into her palms as she watched the repeat of the competition broadcast on her TV. She stood from her couch and almost jumped into the TV the moment she saw Easton walk up to Scarlet and present the prize to her. She could see how he easily recognized her even though she wore so much makeup. Jealousy burned in her chest as she felt like she had already lost him to Scarlet. He was supposed to humiliate and ruin her, not award her with $300,000!

Edward and the others finally came to their senses when they heard his exclamations. Cecily covered her mouth with her pretty hands. There was a shocked look on her face. Edward, Rachel, and Timothy looked at Austin in utter shock. "Child… How much do these gifts cost? It's no humble gift at all!" Edward's voice was trembling. A single manuscript already cost 300 million dollars, so combined with the other gifts, the price would be astronomical! With his wealth, several hundred million would be a small goal, but it wouldn't make sense to give gifts worth that much to someone.

The announcement came through at nine forty seven in the evening. Jane saw it first. She made a sound I had never heard from her before, somewhere between a gasp and a laugh that couldn't decide which one to be, and she turned the laptop toward me and I read my own name at the top of the page. Winner. National Excellence in Jewelry Design Competition. Maeve Quinlan. Phoenix Brooch. I stared at it. My eyes burned and spilled over before I had made any decision about crying and Jane closed her laptop and pulled me into her arms and I sobbed.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

"You must accept this, no matter what. Not for anything else, but so that I can have some peace of mind." This time, I didn't refuse. "Thank you, Mrs. Callen." … A year later, at the Prathe International Rising Designer Awards, my personal brand won the gold prize. Under the spotlight, I wore a dress of my own design and stood beside Andrew, who was presenting the award. He handed me the trophy and whispered, "Congratulations, Noelle." I looked at him and smiled. On the way back to the hotel, my phone vibrated. It was a message from the prison.

She could see it in the flush that stole over the women’s cheeks as they gossiped to each other about it, the warm vibrancy that oozed off the men gathered in the training grounds. There would be a bonfire the night before the tournament and already the castle walls and halls were already being decorated with colorful gold and purple ribbons—the colors of the Royal lycans— and the streets lined with palm tree fronds (it was tradition for the contesting warriors to be welcomed with the Fresh scent of palms). Esme stood at one side and watched as Hailey chatted with one of the lycan females. This one was heavily pregnant, with her hair woven in a loose braid and when her eyes darted to Esme, t

She was waiting for Charlie to compete with her. Grace stood on the stage. She glanced at Charlie and Summer as she leaned aside lazily. She smiled coldly. In the end, Summer increased the price to 18,000,000 dollars. Charlie made a bid at the price of 20,000,000 dollars. Summer thought that it was enough. Now that he would like to be taken for a ride, she was willing to give him the chance. At last, the host announced that Charlie got the jewelry and could dance with GL. The host blinked and teased, "I think that it is the most wonderful award of the auction. Mr. Morgan is so lucky!"

I sniffed in the air deeply, relishing in the calming fragrance. “Helps with the nerves, don’t it?” drawled a petite brunette sales assistant from behind the till. “We have it hidden ‘bout everywhere. Lots of girls getting’ cold feet when the dress goes on. But some lavender, few glasses of liquid courage and you’re good to strut down that aisle to prince charming”. She winked at us and called out, “Jennifer, two glass to the front! Pronto!”.

“The second prize in this competition is Miss Grainne from Louise's fashion design company!” The host enthusiastically declared, but the audience below was as silent as ice, and so was Grainne. Isn't it? She looked at all the other designers' outfits. She is confident she can win the first prize! Why second place? But the host didn't stop, he continued to read: "And our winner today, is Miss Nadia, our Gloria's deputy designer!" Receiving cheers from the audience, Nadia in a wheelchair slowly stepped out in front of everyone. Grainne saw, on the judges' bench, Adonis and Carwyn Levi's faces change.