Collateral A Novels & Stories

he explained. “Sunny? Marriage? What are you talking about?” “Wyatt, my life is all about business. So, we are getting married because my business will be a great help to their business. Then most probably, in a day or two I will receive a proposal from Lianne about business, because my business can help save their family’s business. In short, everything about me and them is just business. PURELY.BUSINESS.” “Hyung, is it Sunny Cortez? The youngest and smartest student in the Computer Programming department in the university?”

He had collateralized their escape with his permanence. "The tempest accepted my surety," he said. "The corridor was born from it. Without my pledge, the door would not have opened. Without my surrender, the storm would have devoured you both. I am the bond held in escrow. I am the hostage that guarantees the transaction."

"Even with a loan, it'll be hard to get approval for that amount." Dominic sneered, "What if we use White Cosmos No. 1 as collateral?" "Dominic!" Jewel exclaimed. "Are you serious? That's White Cosmos No. 1!" To be blunt, everything JewelMed had now was built on White Cosmos No. 1. Using it as collateral was an all-or-nothing move.

but the sound felt like chains. Emilia rose and crossed the room, pressing her palm into the cold glass of the barred window. The garden spread below, dim in the twilight. Once, it had been her only piece of freedom, a place to breathe. Now even the flowers looked trapped behind stone. Collateral. That was the word Dante had thrown at her again and again. Collateral with silk dresses, locked doors, and knives hidden under pillows. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could survive being caught between his obsession and Luca’s venom.

“Shouldn’t the *collateral* be with her child right now? This isn’t really her place.” The word *collateral* sliced through me like a blade. I lifted my chin, refusing to shrink. “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Nikolai’s jaw tightened. He finally moved Sofia’s hand away from his shoulder. “Enough,” he muttered. “Both of you. I need to know what happened during the ambush.”

Her feet halted. "Very good." He straightened his back. "I haven't given you a pet name yet." "Your death!" She gritted her teeth. He laughed loudly, walked close to her, and took out something from his pocket. She eyed the black leather collar. She felt disgusted but couldn't move a step back knowing he would kill an innocent girl. She let him clasp it around her neck. Nauseate hit her feeling his fingers grazing her skin. It determined her to kill him.

It turned out that they were trying to force her to repay her debts to them so that they could get their hands on Myles’ property in the village! It seemed like Jessie Cole was the one behind this! “Did I write this letter of guarantee? How dare you ask me to sign it?!” She threw the pen to the ground. The lawyer said, “You must repay your debts if you owe someone else money. If you can’t repay your debt, you’ll have to use something as collateral. This is a regular procedure. You can choose not to use your old property as collateral, but do you have anything else that you can use as collateral?”

Mark reached for the newspaper, and Miss Jane came back to her chair. "I'm so sorry for that delay." She pleaded and continued with her checking on the laptop, "So ma'am, regarding your loan application, the sum you requested for is above the bank's simple loan threshold and..." She muttered, and I cut her words short. "What do you mean by that?" I inquired; at that moment, I was gritting my teeth. "What I mean is that to give you that sum requires a tangible collateral, like an asset. You can't get a loan of 22.5 million dollars with just your identity." She declared sharply, and that sends a shiver down my spine.

"It's Seth Rossi again. He can't cover this week's interest." Of course he can't. Men like Seth disgust me. They think they can gamble, blow their salary on women and drugs, and then come to men like me to bail them out. They pray to saints whose names they can't remember and swear to the Lord that they're good men. But in this city, I'm the Lord, and forgiveness is not in my nature. Anton clears his throat. "He came with... collateral." Collateral can mean anything. Watches, cars, titles to homes. But I can see by the look in Anton's eyes that this is different.

When she turned up again, her face was pale. "I've aborted the baby, Sandra. Please stop being angry with Neil." It was a cunning move—with that, she managed to worsen our already fragile relationship. But now wasn't the time to dwell on personal grievances. "The stolen item contains pure Iridium-192. It is a lethal radioactive material," I told the police. The police officer I was talking to turned serious. "That is incredibly dangerous. We have to find it. If any of you took it, return it right now. Stealing something like this will land you in prison!"