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very often. Amélie stepped closer to Taren again. Her hand slid onto his arm. She smiled up at him like she was being sweet. Taren didn’t look down at her. His eyes stayed forward. His body looked tight, like he wanted to tear the stage apart, but he still didn’t move away. Family debt. That thought came fast, because it explained everything. It explained why he could fight a room, but couldn’t touch her. He owed her family something. Or his family did. And in this world, debt can control people.

"Five years with my boyfriend. I worked four jobs to help repay his debt, but his family's debt keeps growing instead of shrinking. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year's. He said something happened at the construction site and left again. I don't know when the debt will ever be paid off. Living on toast and pickles every day is really hard." When the train began to move, I hit "Post." I poured every cent I had taken from Anya's livestream into promoting the video. "Benjamin, every lie is a debt. From today on, you can repay it inch by painful inch. I won't stay to watch," I muttered.

Too balanced. "Who built this system?" I asked. Lucia hesitated. Part of it was already in place before Dino was in complete control. "So not him," I said. "Not entirely." I stood closer to the screen, and my fingers flew over the keyboard. The next one had a desire to make it appear old. Untouchable." Lucia said nothing. Minutes passed. My head started aching, but I forced myself. Then I saw it. A gap. Not empty, just hidden. Where money ought to have slept and failed to sleep.

“Don’t fall in love with me.” I almost laughed. “Don’t worry. I hate you already.” That made him look up. And for the first time, his smile was real. Sharp. Dangerous. “We’ll see,” he murmured. “Day one starts now.” Outside, the rain had stopped. But I was still cold. 365 days. To pay a debt I didn’t owe. To a man who collected souls like interest. To survive. I didn’t know it yet, but the clock had already started ticking. And Alessandro De Santis never lost a bet.

"That's the part that scared me most. They weren't trying to find anything out. They just wanted me to understand something." "Understand what?" Matteo's voice had gone dangerously quiet, the register Fina had learned to recognize as fury with nowhere yet to land. "That the debt you settled isn't actually settled. Not the way they see it." Gio's hands were shaking, and he pressed them flat against his knees to still them, a gesture Fina recognized with an ache of her own. "The man who did this said to tell you, word for word, he made me repeat it back to him twice to make sure I had it right, that a debt paid by someone other than the debtor doesn't disappear. It just changes hands. And your

I only ever sell myself to him once my debt is due and I am left without a choice. Why the fuck is he texting me in the middle of the month? I send a text back. Me: Not tonight. Not interested. His response comes quickly. Thomas: oh don’t be like that sugar plum. You know I love you. And I know that sweet juicy body misses me. I explode. Me: you only love me when it’s time to get into my pants. How much of your money has actually gone into helping me pay my debt? ZERO! If you loved me, you’d clear the debt.

Annabel whispered. "How?" I whispered; And again I was shocked when he decided to answer my question instead of listening to his daughter’s rantings. "I asked for a loan from him when I lost that my old lab to a fire, I thought I'd be able to get the money back if I could invent the Time Machine and get investors, or even get the government to buy it... But the Time Machine never worked, it keeps experiencing a shortage of power and no power source has been able to keep it running for 15 seconds at it's most- and now I'm in huge debt!" He rushed out.

"Lanka, you’ve certainly grown some teeth since you left the Crest. Tell me, where does a disgraced omega plan to scrounge up 3 million gold?" To him, I was just a twenty-two-year-old with no career and no prospects. He knew about my "dodgy" part-time dance gigs, and he was convinced I was bluffing. He had set that impossible condition thinking I’d never meet it, never expecting I’d actually sign my name to the debt just to be rid of him. "That is none of your concern," I snapped, my voice trembling. "I signed the document. It’s a binding oath. I won't go back on it. Just sign it and we can both be done with this!"

“If you had taught me how to become a pathological liar, I could lie. But this is the truth. You forget, we have a debt to pay.” Gregory drew back as if she had slapped him. He didn’t want to think of the debt, he was working his way to even more powerful creatures, way up in the food chain by whose mercy, the debt would’ve been wiped off entirely. No debt to begin with. Vanessa thought the debt was monetary. It was his fault for keeping things from her. He himself was unaware of the nature or the extent of it but his instincts told him money stood no chance against the demands of repayment.

The day Guglielmo Raimondi takes over as the Don, I receive a final notice from the hospital because I can no longer afford my dialysis treatments. On the TV, Guglielmo sits at the head of a long table in a black suit. He is giving an interview on a live broadcast. The host asks, "Don Raimondi, if you could say one thing to the person you regret losing most in the past, what would you say?" Guglielmo hesitates for a moment before picking up his phone and making a call. My phone starts vibrating on the hospital bed. I hear him ask, "You left me because you thought I was broke. Do you regret it now?" I look at the enormous bill for my kidney transplant. The fees show a string of zeros I