Book One For The Money Novels & Stories

Then buckle up your belt for more drama as the story unfolds. Before the official launch of the BOOK 2, you can refresh your memory by reading the BOOK 1 again, as this will be a long ride. And for the new readers, you're welcome. The Book 1 of this book is available on this same platform. Search it up "The Billonaire Unwanted Wife" to get the full indepth of how I got here and how my revenge scheme is being set into plan. But if you wish to read this book 2 alone, you can. I'll do well to carry you along.

Stephen asks, holding out a pack of both strawberry milk and chocolate milk on either of his hands, I think Lisa finally understands that continuing this conversation with lover boy, will probably make her the school’s main topic throughout this week, because she hurriedly grabs some textbooks from her locker, slams its door, and walks out on Stephen, who’s on one of his knees, formally presenting beverages like he's proposing to her with a diamond ring. Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally!

His hand touched his stomach, the point of impact, and he then assessed his blood-soaked hand then; finally, Andy looked at the girl whose expression held no shred of remorse. “W…w..” “Shhhh.” She whispered, then she turned to face Cliff again. -P…psycho…she is...crazy.- “Now then, you borrowed, what was it…two million? But you know you never really asked about the interest rate, so I guess you now owe us four million?” she said nonchalantly. Guns are expensive, so in the orphanage, there was a booth that dealt with renting weapons. The plan had been to purchase some with the two million finally and thus be like group one, but they had only gotten the money yesterday.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

I also hold my eyes "Yeah, your eyes are swollen," she said, smiling triumphantly while I looked down sadly. "This," I said, handing her the money. I hurriedly grabbed my book parcel. "You can't lie to me," shouted the woman who kept the cashier, forcing me to run too quickly getaway ******* "Hiuffff," I threw my body roughly onto the mattress. Grabbing the book I bought earlier. For a moment, my heart trembled to read the title of the book. have I reached this stage? this pain is my unrequited love

Leaning in, I whispered to her, "It's not like it's your money. Go ahead and splurge. It's on your boss." Rhea hesitated but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation. The items she picked, though few, ended up being more expensive than everything she had selected for me combined. I said nothing throughout the checkout process. After all, Jack was the one footing the bill. I wanted him to see Rhea's greed firsthand. Once the mission was complete, I pretended to look exhausted. "Darling, I'm tired. Can we go home now?" Jack nodded with a quiet grunt, then turned to Rhea. "Ms. Carhill, you should head home early too."

he looks down at the device in his hand, "£12.50." I hand him the money and tell him to keep the change with a wink that seems to knock the air out of the flushed man. I go back inside carrying the huge box and put it down on the low table next to the couch. "Go get us some drinks, I'm going to take my contacts out," I tell Cole before I go upstairs to my bathroom. When I'm finished I put my glasses on and go back downstairs to see Cole with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He fills them up as I open the pizza and grab a slice. We both sit on the couch together so Cole is laying on my chest between my legs.

I frowned at Marco's pathetic display. "'Blood and sweat?'" I repeated his words, my voice like a razor's edge. "Marco, is 'busting your ass' what you call shaking down our own people for 'protection' money?" Marco froze, but he still tried to argue. "Don, it wasn't protection money!" he said, waving his hands frantically. "It was an operations fund! For building connections, recruiting top talent! Look, I brought in over a hundred new people in five years..."

George picked up a hammer and, in front of every camera, smashed it down—once, twice. The rigid metal twisted and bent. The words "The bank is not responsible once you leave the counter" became unreadable. Spontaneous applause erupted from the crowd. Some cheered. Some wiped away tears. Perhaps they had all suffered because of that plaque. I clapped along. I took the five thousand dollars cash from my bag, along with the passbook, and placed them on the counter. "I'm returning the money. Together with the original balance. But I want you to remember this: rules are made to govern people, not to bully them."

CHEAP RIDE CHAPTER 1 MIA I step out of the library just before one a.m., backpack heavy on my shoulder and eyes stinging from too many hours staring at notes. The campus is empty, cold air biting through my thin hoodie. My phone screen lights up my face as I check my bank app. Eight dollars and twenty-three cents. That’s it until my next shift on Friday. Rent is due soon, and I’m already calculating how many ramen packs I can stretch.