Payback Romane & Geschichten

There were gasps and murmurs as the investors leaned forward, evidently enthralled by the room. The voice of Lucas was stable as he described the financial breakdown. "The first investment payback is estimated to be two times after three years and it increases steadily every year thereafter." His claims were hollow, as were those of others, his eyes glanced quickly at Liam, "--our numbers are supported by data, checked reports, and sound prognoses."

Sophia sat in the coffee shop, staring at the tablet screen in front of her. The words in the article seemed almost too good to be true— Julian Sebastian’s Company Facing Financial Ruin because of scammers She blinked, reading it again, the sensation of triumph is bubbling within her chest. There it was, right in front of her: undeniable proof that everything she had suspected was coming to light. The rumors about his company’s financial troubles had been real, and she liked how karma came too fast, the kind problem that could ruin that man—and everything he had worked for.

I answered, rubbing both palms and grinning evilly. "What is it now?" She stared intensely at me and opened her mouth to talk. "Plus you're happier than I expected you to be." Why wouldn't I be happy when I found the key to my happiness? "A rebound." I beamed, wriggling my eye brows. "Rebound?" She bit out of her apple and blinked rapidly at me. "You mean like a bounce back?" "A rebound you fool." I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her.

mode… “…” This is payback, right?! This is definitely his payback! ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻

“This is all the money you’ve given for my scholarship. Not a cent less. I’ve worked tons of part-time jobs just to pay you back as soon as possible. Thank you for your help. I can’t thank you enough.” Mark was surprised. He did not think that she had worked so many part time jobs just for this. He paused and said, “You don’t have to pay me back. I’ve provided financial aid for many people and I’ve never thought of getting a single cent back. Isn’t that the whole point of charity?”

We head over to some vacant seats and he’s still scowling. I huff, “What’s wrong now?” “I don’t need you to pay for me. I’m not some charity case.” “I know. Charity cases are nice and grateful. Your bank didn’t exist in 2016. Nor did you or your card.” “Shit,” he takes a breath. “The expiration date’s 2045.” “We’ll just have to hope they think it was a scam or something. And be more careful. That’s why I paid.” He nods slowly.

In the early days, when money was tight and he was starting the company, I borrowed from every bank and loan app I could find to help him stay afloat. Later, when we could not pay it back, my phone was flooded with calls. Debt collectors showed up at the door of our tiny apartment. They even mass-texted my relatives and friends, so everyone knew I owed money. Even then, I did not shed a single tear. The moment Jason learned the truth that night, his eyes instantly filled with tears. He clung to me tightly, whispering his sobs in my ear. He said, “Sheena, I swear I’ll never let you down in this lifetime.”

After her working hours ended, Kathilyn was organising her desk before going back home, when she suddenly felt someone approaching her from behind. "So, are you going to have dinner with me?" She heard Benjamin's voice from beside her ears. "Dinner? Sure if it's on you. I mean you owed me for embarrassing me in front of everyone " Kathilyn rolled her eyes at Benjamin. "Isn't it the opposite? You're the one who should pay since I helped getting you out of trouble." Benjamin scoffed sarcastically. "Alright, I'll pay." He continued before walking out of the office. "I'll wait for you in my car." He said again and made his way to the door.

The blood vanished from his face in a split second, and his eyes skittered away in panic. I pretended not to notice and went on. My voice was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. “Mom and Dad aren’t in good health. They’ve scraped and saved their entire lives. There’s no way they could’ve paid it off. “But Miss Grant promised you five hundred thousand, didn’t she? Enough to clear the debt. “Plenty left over to buy the latest phone and show off in front of your classmates. “That should’ve been more than enough.” Dylan began trembling uncontrollably, biting down on his lip.

At two hundred per month, it would take her at least eighty-five years to finish paying him back. Ella: “…”