Deeper Than Money Novels & Stories

“Choice is a manageable variable.” Damian smiles then. Barely. “Every man who loses a war says that before the first city burns.” The proxy taps the slate. The showroom view changes. A new file opens. Not tanks now. Accounts. Routes. Holding companies. Morton offshore nodes mapped in blue, red, gold. I know none of the names, but Sarah whistles under her breath. “That is a lot of money.” Renn says, “Can it buy a conscience?” “No. That’s why rich people keep trying.”

because if you marry Deliah, she will bring you a lot of money. "No, I can't let the rest of the business slip through my fingers." Deliah's father's business has ceased operations. They are wealthy, but their business will not grow in the future. On the other hand, my father's business will expand at a faster rate in the coming years. It will function similarly to a money-printing machine. I don't want to lose even a single dime. "I want it all." My desire for money is insatiable, and he is well aware of this.

“What interests me is scale. You don’t build something like that moving money alone. There’s always a second layer. Something less...” He leaned forward now. “That’s a dangerous assumption,” his voice thickened. “Boys who dig for layers usually don’t understand how deep the hole goes until it’s too late to climb out.” “Depth doesn’t bother me, Yuri,” I replied calmly. “It’s what people choose to bury there that tends to disappoint.” Silence stretched between us again, his brows straining tightly. “You didn’t come here for a game,” he said slowly. “You sat down at my table, played through six men, and walked into this room already knowing more than you should.”

“You always want to buy things, and I can’t afford to spend like that. I hate being the tagalong or the girl with no money.” “Sade, you’re my wife. We share everything. I’ll get your name added to my bank account right away.” “That’s what I mean!” “What? What do you mean?” She slapped her hand on her thigh. “You have money. You. You made money. I haven’t made any real money yet. My job pays okay, but I’ll never be able to buy a fifty-thousand-dollar car. I can’t go to the kitchen store and spend three grand on shit I probably will never use.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Kai blinked slowly, stunned at her reaction. “Dramatic?” he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Jamie, this isn’t pocket change. This is serious. You can’t just throw around money like you’ve got some endless goldmine buried in the backyard.”

he scoffed and flashed a sardonic smile. "Ok." I whispered, trying to push in the tears that wanted to descend so badly from the base of my eyes. Things are just getting worse and only money is God now. ************************************

They weren't just bringing me back; they were rebuilding my capacity to suffer. The fortune teller was right. The money wasn't down the drain. It was a down payment on a millennium of screams.

The chat was too lovely to be destroyed by a sad memories. He left early this morning to get some things in order. Some things he refused to mention but I don't have any doubt about him. He also said we will move into our home when he gets back. And I'm so excited. It's like unlocking a new chapter of my life. The days of darkness, trauma and lack of love are all over. And now I'm stepping into days of light, peace of mind, unconditional love, sparks and fireworks in my belly. I can never get enough of these.

I know it and I find myself accepting it without fear or question I never imagined I would be those people who dread going to work. I love my job, or more accurately I loved my job. Max is an amazing boss, our office is fun but I can’t seem to get back into my groove. I shake the feeling that I need to let go of this life and something greater will come to me.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."