All Chapters of The Price Of Us: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anna'S P.O.V. I held on to the white roses as I struggled to hold my bag and open the car door. My face lit up as I saw a light from the room, he was home. I had specifically gotten these white roses knowing Anton loved them and what better way to celebrate our three years anniversary? I pushed the door open with my foot and a familiar laughter reached my ear that made me confused, that wasn't Anton. I placed the flowers on the table and walked upstairs while my heart raced, something didn't feel right, the voice grew louder, and I felt a weight against my shoulder. I pushed the bedroom door open and my eyes stung with tears as I watched Anton laid upon my twin sister with the sheet wrapped around them and his head immediately snapped towards me “Anna, baby, it’s not what it looks like!” Anton scrambled to sit up, his words tumbling over each other. “It's not what it seems? You're in bed with my sister!” “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Anna. It’s just sex.” Rose mumbled still traili

ANNA'S P.O.V. I tugged at the bodice of my wedding dress as the soft material clung to my body. Everything about this dress felt suffocating, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, moreover I was forced into a marriage that made absolutely no sense. Why was I the one marrying Jace? Rose had always been their favorite child and I don't give a damn about this family's affections let alone a prestigious marriage. The door flew open, and I looked into the mirror to see Rose leaning casually against the door looking at me with a smile on her face. Talk about the devil. “You look… radiant,” She mumbled, and my face remained emotionless as I ignored her “…Funny, isn’t it?” Ross continued, tracing a finger along the edge of the vanity. “This should’ve been my wedding. But Jace…” She paused, her smile widening. “He’s no fool. He realized his little empire is crumbling, and he needs someone with substance. You, the workhorse of Valerian Interiors, are the perfect candidate.

JACE'S P.O.V. The room became dead quiet as I walked quietly to the shattered window and a relief washed over me when I realized they were gone. I turned around to see Anna holding her knee to her chest while staring into thin air. “They’re gone,” I said softly as I sat next to her “Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “Who were they? Why did they leave so suddenly? And Rose?” I sighed while running my fingers through my hair. “There’s a lot you need to know, and none of it will be easy to hear.” “Then start talking,” She snapped and the fire in her eyes appeared, but there was something else, she was scared. “What aren’t you telling me, Jace?” "I found out the truth about you the night before our wedding,” I began while watching her from the side of my eyes.a “I was at the venue, making final arrangements, when Rose showed up out of nowhere.” “Rose?” “She told me everything, your parents weren’t planning on marrying you off to me. They were planning to sell you to the richest

JACE POVThe next morning, my phone buzzed before the sun had fully settled in the sky. I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face before reaching for it. Father.I stared at the screen, debating whether to ignore it. Then it buzzed again. With a sigh, I answered. “What?”“I want to see you.” His voice was deep, unwavering. A voice that had dictated my life for years. I exhaled sharply. “We have nothing to talk about.” “You’re my son. That alone is reason enough.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “If this is about—” “I won’t repeat myself, Jace Lysander.” Silence. I clenched my jaw. I had spent years putting distance between myself and my parents. Years keeping my life separate from theirs. But something in my father’s voice told me this wasn’t just another attempt to bend me to his will. It was something more. And if there was anything I had learned growing up under my father’s rule—it was to never ignore him.Anna stirred beside me, her soft murmur pulling me

ANNA POVJace’s fingers tightened around mine, his eyes locked onto mine with a rare intensity that made my heart stutter. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice low but firm, as if he needed me to understand the depth of those words. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. His warmth, his scent, the solid press of his chest against mine—all of it surrounded me.I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his torso, my fingers gripping the back of his shirt like I could hold onto this moment forever. Jace tilted my chin up, his blue eyes dark with emotion, and then his lips claimed mine.It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t desperate. It was slow—a vow, a promise, an anchor.When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine, exhaling deeply. “I’ll fix this,” he whispered again. I nodded, because what else could I do? Jace loved me and I loved him. That was enough. At least, I hoped it was. ***Jace left after lunch, saying he had to meet hi