Collateral A Novels & Stories

Hunter said. "I agree to invest all the money your project needs, but in return, I want to keep all the documents of your house with me. I will have your house as collateral against the investment of your project. And if at any time in the future, I think your project is going to lose money, then I will be considered the owner of this collateral. And after this, I can do whatever I want with your house. If you agree to my terms, we will sign the deal today," Xavier said.

“It's an infrastructure.” Corporate accounts. Trusts. Shell companies. Voting rights. Debt agreements. Thousands of contracts. Kessler had just triggered them. Elena looked at Adrian. “What happens now?” He answered quietly. “Everything I own becomes collateral.” Her eyes widened. “For what?” “The Covenant's debts.” Kessler smiled. “Exactly.” Adrian looked at the notification again. Then something unexpected happened. He smiled. Kessler frowned. “What?” Adrian looked up. “You made one mistake.”

The clerk replied, crushing her hope brutally. “P-probation period? But what does it have to do with the probation period when I’m providing you collateral and monthly installments?” She questioned again. She had her mother’s jewelry that she had taken with her to give in collateral. In addition to that, she believed the bank would give her a loan, as she was employed and was in a good position to repay.

“Half of the outstanding amount is required within fourteen days.” Matthew’s breath caught. “Fourteen days?” “That is correct.” “That is not possible,” he said, the words slipping out. “Then the process will continue as outlined.” Matthew pushed himself upright, pacing now without realizing it. “You cannot take that company,” he said, his voice rising despite himself. “Do you understand what you are saying? That company is not just an asset you can strip away.” “It is collateral,” the man replied. “It is not yours to take.” “It will be,” came the response, calm and unyielding, “if the terms are not met.”

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"I don't understand." "I mean since you have acquired this immerse reputation, you can help me out by cutting down on the interest." He tried a faint smile. "This is business, Mr. Caterbridge. Whatever you want can be provided as long as there's a collateral." I explained to him. "My wife is pregnant and the restaurant is in shambles. I need about $10,000 to clear some astounding debts." He put in. I sat back watching him briefly. "Not like it's any of my business, Mr. Caterbridge but you clearly mismanage funds. What do you hope to place as collateral?"

But the implication was clear. The Lord did not need signatures. Victor spoke carefully. “It was delivered by hand. No camera capture.” Of course. Dominic read the lines again. Removed what was not yours to remove. So the old man was done pretending. Good. He preferred clarity. “She was never yours,” Dominic said calmly. Victor hesitated. “With respect, sir… from his perspective…” “There is no perspective.” His voice cut cleanly through the room. “Collateral implies debt ownership. He no longer holds the debt.”

Lance was quiet as he took in what was happening, what were the chances that Ragnar would be the boss of the loan sharks. It was almost funny how messed up his life was. “Please I just need you to let go of my sister" Lance said, his voice trembling. Ragnar raised a brow, “So your sister was taken as collateral?, It is your fault for being a pathetic brother and not being able to pay what you owe." "I said I'd pay it, I was paying it every month, it's not fair that you'd take her” Lance's frustration was boiling up at this point. Ragnar crouched down to be on eye level with Lance. “And yet I heard you haven't even paid half of it back, is that right?”.

He had let her walk blindly into this abyss. "But we aren't done," Susan continued, standing up and smoothing her jacket. "The market has crashed because no one can afford real estate at 10% interest. Your portfolio, once worth $10 Billion, is now appraised at only $5.5 Billion. You owe us $6 Billion against assets worth $5.5 Billion. You owe $60Billion against assets worth $5.5 billion" She leaned over the table, her shadow falling across the documents. "You are 'under-collateralised' by $54.5 Billion.

"That was Grandma's necklace, Mommy's couch, and Mommy's living room. And that's Mommy's—" "I know, darling." I saved the video into an encrypted folder, then replied to Alistair, "Keep the footage coming." On the third day, Christian came. He didn't bring any fruit, but a stack of documents for me to sign instead. "The company needs to use some assets as collateral for now. The money from your grandpa hasn't come through, so we'll use our own assets to cover things for the time being." The documents were a property mortgage agreement, an equity pledge agreement, and a personal joint liability guarantee.