
{"id":23188,"date":"2026-01-27T10:23:33","date_gmt":"2026-01-27T10:23:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/story-of-my-life-novel-chapter-3\/"},"modified":"2026-01-27T10:23:33","modified_gmt":"2026-01-27T10:23:33","slug":"story-of-my-life-novel-chapter-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/story-of-my-life-novel-chapter-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Story of My Life Novel Chapter 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Marriage On Hold by Mark Twain  3<\/h1>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 3 Pride Points\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>288 iVouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 3 Pride Points\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eileen couldn\u2019t stop bragging about the things she saw on her Instagram, like whose boyfriend had bought the latest Louis Vuitton bag, and whose boyfriend had whisked her girl away to Italy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As she talked, she looked at Barnaby, eyes sparkling with admiration and expectation.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Barnaby kept his spine straight, but his face flushed a deep red.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After dinner, Dad summoned me to his study.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He laid that maroon-covered ledger on the desk again.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause of your stubbornness, Eileen now has the wrong impression of our family, and you made a fool of your brother before her!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His tone dripped with reproach. \u201cYou\u2019re responsible for his \u2019emotional damage.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo tell me, how are you gonna make it up to him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I gripped the edge of my shirt so tightly that my knuckles turned white. \u201cI\u2026 I\u2019ll apologize to Barnaby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cApologize?\u201d Dad sneered, as if hearing a joke. \u201cApologies are the cheapest, most useless form of compensation! Can they turn into money? Can they mend your reputation?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He flipped open the ledger and jabbed at it with his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>pen.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI checked the price of the bag that Eileen talked about on its official website. It\u2019s 2,300 dollars. And I\u2019ve done the math for you. You\u2019d have to work at the convenience store for ten months straight without spending a cent on food or drinks. And no, I\u2019m not saying you should buy it\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He looked up, each word falling like the judge\u2019s gavel. \u201cThe scale exists to maintain equilibrium. If your brother\u2019s ego took a hit, you have to fix it somehow. Eileen thinks you\u2019re smart, right? Then go and win something more valuable than a national scholarship, and let that shining honor restore the \u2018pride points\u2019 that he lost today!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I dragged myself out of the study, feeling as numb and empty as a soulless puppet.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In the living room, Barnaby and Eileen were cuddled up on the couch, watching TV.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>0.00%\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>10:38\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 3 Pride Points\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eileen nestled into Barnaby\u2019s arms, her voice soft but loud enough for me to hear.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>288 \u00a1Vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBarny, your sister is incredible. She\u2019s smart. She can make money to support the family. Unlike me, I\u2019m bad at everything. All I do is spend your money. I\u2019m so useless.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Barnaby got excited. He puffed out his chest and declared with pride, \u201cOf course! The women of the Ravenscroft family are born to serve men! Every penny she earns now will be mine eventually!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I was losing my mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve become nothing but a money-making and studying machine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I took a part-time job at the school library. I attended classes during the day, spent the evenings organizing books, and worked night shifts at the convenience store.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>With three jobs a day, I ran around like a headless chicken.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I could barely hold it together, but I didn\u2019t dare to stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Dad warned that once I stopped, the scale would topple under the weight on Barnaby\u2019s side.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I must make money and pay for Barnaby\u2019s endless indulgence.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And I had to devote my waking hours to studying, chasing a certificate whose name I didn\u2019t know, yet was somehow \u201cmore valuable.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>62.72%\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>10:38\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Joseph King is an editor and storyteller who ensures every chapter is clear, polished, and engaging for readers.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Marriage On Hold by Mark Twain 3 \u00a0 Chapter 3 Pride Points\u00a0 :\u00a0 288 iVouchers\u00a0 Chapter 3 Pride Points\u00a0 Eileen 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