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He frowned. I smiled. “Dad was in huge debt. He owed about five million dollars to Mr Luciano’s family. And when Mr Luciano came to collect the money, he made an offer since dad didn’t have it. He said he would clear the debt if I married him and took care of Luca and Lovie.” “So you are married to him?” He asked, with a deep frown. “I won’t say that. I am only here to take care of Luca and Lovie.” I said, pecking his cheek.

Values and morals did not matter anymore. A smirk appeared on Russell's lips. "What a brave daddy's girl. I'm intrigued. But you see, sweetheart... I'm an impatient man." He moved away from her and turned his back on her. He walked to the right side of the room, where one of his men was standing. The man moved away, giving Russel the space to look at the picture frame that hung on the wall. It was Sasha's picture. It was taken at a time when she was much more carefree. The glint of ecstasy in her eyes and the smile lit up her olive toned face. "I gave your dearest daddy five months. He could not pay me back. So now, I want the payment. And I think…" his voice trailed away as he turned around

Lyra shrieked, clutching her throat. "I'm liquidating the assets," I replied, my voice sounding like a thousand turning pages. I raised my hand, and the violet light exploded outward. It hit the pillars of the vault, turning the remaining hourglasses into dust. The "Time-Debt" that had fueled the South’s economy for centuries was gone. But the cost to me was visible. My skin was turning a translucent, marble-white. My hair was becoming strands of silver wire. I was becoming a statue, a monument to the debt I had swallowed.

About the scarf still hidden in my closet, too expensive to wear, too meaningful to throw away. I couldn't accept this. I couldn't owe a stranger—especially not a stranger like him—anything. I already spent my life owing people: doctors, pharmacists, landlords, utility companies. Debt was my constant companion, the shadow that walked everywhere with me. I couldn't add Xander Black to that list. I couldn't. So I waited. --- Four hours.

And in every one, Leo was standing as the Lone Administrator, his eyes silver, his heart a clock of salt. "The Fifth Layer is built on Leo’s Future-Debt, Darlene!" Jackson-crow shrieked, his golden eyes spinning. "The High Council has already 'Borrowed' his eternity to fund this chamber! If you break the spire, you delete his future!". "I’ll pay the debt!" Leo roared, his runes turning a lethal, steady black. He drove his hands into the projected timeline, attempting to "Short" the market of the cycles. "If my future is the collateral, then I’m declaring Personal Bankruptcy!".

"Just give me a little more time. I swear, I will repay you. I’m organizing a celebrity wedding, and the much-needed funds will be in my possession then." The loan sharks sneer, their lips curling with scorn, as if mocking my desperate pleas. "We've heard those empty promises before, my dear," one of them scoffs, twirling a menacing metal pipe in his hands. "But let me remind you of a timeless adage: time is money. We have endured for far too long. If you do not settle your debt promptly, our boss's patience will burst. And believe me, the consequences will be dire." "I understand, I truly do," I respond, the weight of desperation hanging heavily in my voice. "But I am paying this time. The

He tilts his head while his eyes rove over the dress I’m wearing, then he mutters, “How do you plan to make thirty million in twenty-four hours?” Jesus. That’s impossible. “I need more time.” Like a year or so. He leans back in his seat and crosses his legs. “You see, that’s my problem. I don’t have any time. My boss wants his thirty million now.” Fuck you, Lucas Bateman. I swear if I ever see you again, I’m going to kill you. “I don’t see why I have to pay Lucas debt. he’s nothing to me,”

"She's just eighteen!" "The debt must be paid," the former Alpha said coldly. He stood on his porch, looking down at us like we were insects. "You borrowed fifty thousand dollars, and promised to pay it back in three months. It's been more than six months now, yet I haven't received a dime from your family. Did you think that money came for free?" "We'll pay you back," my father begged. "Just give us more time to—" "You have nothing! You are nothing. But your daughter..." The Alpha's eyes raked over me, and I felt sick to my stomach again. "She can work off the debt. She is young and healthy. Ten years of service to the Alpha's family should cover it."

"A nanny. Nothing more, regardless of what your face was doing in that hallway just now." "I don't know what you think you saw." "I saw exactly what I think I saw." I poured myself a drink I didn't particularly want, mostly for the sake of having something to do with my hands. "You come from a certain world, Zack, She comes from another one entirely. Those worlds do not blend, whatever fantasy you're currently entertaining." He didn't argue with me. That was the part that unsettled me more than an argument would have. He simply stood there, jaw tight, saying nothing at all, and his silence told me more than a denial ever could have.

"He won't even give it back to her." "Sorry about your bad luck." I pat him on the shoulder. "Oh shit. It's above the door too!" I notice where Dane wrote Truly Madly Deeply ~ D&V above the door leaving the bedroom. Her mom's going to be pissed about that one, she wasn't a fan of the graffiti in the first place. But her dad's logic was 'It will be painted over anyway. Let her have some fun'. That was a year and a half ago.