Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Money Farm

There’s really a God in heaven and He actually answers prayers. “I gave you two million dollars just last week.” I say with all the calmness I can muster. “That completed the payment and our agreement. Which other money are you talking about?” Ever since I found those boys massacred at that abandoned farm, I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep. Not that my sleeping schedule was particularly rosy before, but I could at least get a few minutes of shut eye before the nightmares crawled in. Now, the nightmares are not giving me any reprieve. They pounce as soon as I shut my eyes, crowding me, suffocating me. Punishing me.

“No one is blaming you, we’re just complaining is all. And now that everything went to hell, we won’t even get the second half of our payment. And with how bad the slave trade is here in this country, we can’t even sell that bitch for much.” They all turned back and looked at me for a second, glaring at how hard I was struggling to keep up, before turning forward again. I sighed in relief as I had just wiped a handful of blood against a tree and hoped no one had noticed. The cut I made on my palm was already starting to pool some more, readying for the next target. With how much pain I was in, and how weak and dizzy I felt, having a clear objective was about the only thing keeping me going.

I go through each one carefully, finding anywhere from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars in cash in each of them. Retrieving the accounting records from the kitchen desk, I sit down beside the box to review them. There’s a slight surplus in the farm’s account from the previous year, enough to cover planting and harvesting costs—equipment and labor, seed, fertilizer and insecticides, irrigation— and taxes in the coming year, assuming no losses. Possibly enough to cover the probate costs. After that, only enough to cover the household costs. No repairs. But with what Juliet had in the lockbox, there’s potentially materials. What could I offer someone to help? The only thing I have is the

"It was rewritten. We moved the assets. We changed the names. The 'Blood-Merge' you built in Geneva? It’s a relic. It’s a ghost in a machine that I’ve already dismantled." Arthur sighed, a sound of genuine disappointment. "Dismantled? Silas, you’ve merely painted over the structural rot. The Greene Street Collective, the Arts Tower, even your 'Omen' over there..." He flicked a dismissive glance toward the server rack where Willa was hidden. "They are all collateral. They exist because I allowed the seed capital to remain untouched. But the interest is due. And I’ve come to collect the principal." He snapped his fingers. The six mercenaries raised their rifles, the red laser sights converging

I worked from dusk till dawn and still got beaten up for the slightest things, I would save money for my brother's tutoring fees only to find out he stole it. I dropped out of college and dedicated my whole life to him only for him to use me to pay his debts, like a useless slave he sold me off and now he wants me to throw my hands around him because he was forced to come to see me. There is no use crying over spilled milk, I thought as I finally drifted off to dreamland. I woke up the next morning a bit late and after taking my bath my nurse helped me put on the hospital gown. "You have a visitor Ma'am" She informed and I nodded thinking it was Mark so I put on a smile trying to act like I

He smiled. Mrs. Collins looked at him. “If this is rude, you don’t have to answer, but when you sold your farm…did it sell for a lot?” “Mom!” Amber blushed really badly. “I just want to see if he’s financially stable.” “Oh, I am ma’am. I put the money into several banks.” “Several?” She asked. “Yes because I couldn’t just put it into one because it was too much. I bought a truck with some of it, and I bought a tent and my hiking equipment. My daddy got the farm about forty years ago for about $60,000, and I sold it for $7 million.”

Transactional. "Ladies and gentlemen of Crimson Hollow Academy," he announced, his voice booming through the chamber. "We now present Lot Number Seven. Seraphina Ashford, age nineteen. Delivered to settle the Ashford blood debt, as stipulated in the contract of 1723." The words hit me like a fist to the stomach. "Wait—" I tried to stand. The chains yanked me back down so hard my knees slammed into stone. Pain exploded through my legs. "There's been a mistake. I don't—my mom never said—"

I got confirmation as he shook his head no. “He’s starving that pack to death. How the hell did he even pay you when he’s desperate for money?” “He wired me money early this morning.” “I’m guessing that’s where some of our money went,” Jacob grumbled. I nodded my head and told the rogues in front of me, “Pull your men away from the cattle and horses and we will leave you alone.” “I will,” he said with a nod. I nodded my head in return before they left quickly. I mind-linked dad and Jasper about what was going on.

I pried it open, and there it was. Stacks of money. Not drug cash. Old bills, euros, dollars, even gold coins. Blood money. Russo’s rainy-day stash. Worth millions. And in that moment, everything in me changed. I knew what Antonioni would say… Take the men, leave the cash. The Shadow King didn’t want a war. But me? I saw my chance. My freedom. “Lorenzo, what are you doing?” Antonioni hissed in my earpiece. I delayed. I hesitated. Greed made me blind.

Bean was seen in the video, holding up bags of blood with my name written on them, while trading them with a burly man. "This is the rare Rh-negative blood. Freshly harvested," Dr. Bean said, his voice clearly audible. "Same old price for 50,000 dollars a bag." The entire ward fell silent. I turned around to look at Mom and Ian, who had turned deathly pale. "So, in your eyes, I'm not just an ATM machine. I'm also your money-making cash cow after all. "You said that I was delusional, Mom. So, tell me. Did I invent this black market blood-trafficking operation because of my delusions as well?