Deeper Than Money Novels & Stories

Claren said, "Love without money Is just like love plus marriage minus money Is equal to failure, so scout for money and buy power, when you have money and power, you will become popular, and fame will be going around with you" Steve said, "Dad, am thinking about how to establish a relationship with my childhood friends, you are telling about money, powers and fame" Claren said, "how did my thinking and your explanation resemble each other?" he asked,

Job 1–Milking Madness I slammed my phone down on the couch, groaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The final whistle had just blown on the match, and I sat there, staring at the screen like it owed me money. My favorite team had won, and the announcer was already shouting about the next match in New York. New York. And me? I couldn’t even scrape enough together to pay for a bus across town, let alone a ticket overseas. “Fuck this,” I muttered, dragging my hand through my hair. “Why’s everything in life about money? Why can’t passion pay the bills?”

I continued, "The money you've given me is already enough for me to live on for the rest of my life. However, I'm still going to put these things up for sale, because I'm the kind of person who, once I cut ties, I cut them clean." At these words, the car window finally rolled down, revealing a thoroughly haggard Peter. "Ada, I just wanted to make it up to you," he said hoarsely. I passed the check back in through the window. "I've already received sufficient compensation. Peter, we owe each other nothing now." Hearing this, Peter grew somewhat agitated. "How can we possibly owe each other nothing? I did you wrong by the way I treated you before and by how I handled things with Mom."

Axel burst through the door, saw we weren't throwing punches, and rushed over. "Just pack your stuff and go." I looked around. Everything I ever bought? Hijacked. Even our wedding photos were gone, swapped for pics of them. The grand piano Axel dropped a fortune on? Buried under diapers and baby junk. I remembered when I set a few figurines on it and he lost his mind. Now it looked like a garage sale, and he acted like it was cute. "You're upsetting her," Axel said. "She had a preemie, her body's still wrecked. You're a woman too... can't you be more understanding?"

He offered his hand to Falla. Falla accepted his hand and immediately releasing hers after the handshake. “Don't mind me I'm more than okay, it is just I am a magnet of great misfortunes in life, my brother and I were lost and now get separated. I'm Falla...Falla Maven.” After saying that, her stomach made a loud and creepy sound. Reminding her to consume food immediately. “What a bad day for such a beautiful young lady like you. It would be good if you fill yourself, first” Ulrik said while hiding his laugh. “I don't have any gold coins right now and why are you laughing at someone's hunger?!” Falla said angrily.

It wasn't until then that Ethan finally allowed Rosalie to leave the house. I followed Rosalie, who was in a disheartened state, back to the Talbot residence. Roxanne cried so much that her eyes were swollen. Roxanne was used to being dependent her entire life. Now with a huge debt on her shoulders, she was completely at sea. Her eyes lit up when she saw Rosalie. She walked up to Rosalie and held her hands. "Rosalie, we've lost everything! Everything! Your dad left us such a huge debt too. What should we do, Rosalie?"

In the drawer beneath the hot plate, he found coupons, clinic flyers, and the Christmas card I had bought on clearance but never gave him. Inside, I had written: Next year will be better. I promise. He sat on the floor with that card in his hands for a long time. I watched him cry. Once, that would have broken me. Now it felt far away. Liz disappeared before the creditors could reach her. She emptied what she could, boarded a private flight under another name, and left behind more debt than even my father had imagined. By the time the remaining accounts were frozen, the Whitmore name had already been dragged through every paper that once praised it.

I lost interest in the conversation ten minutes in. I nonetheless couldn’t fathom why I was still doing this. Still sitting in on ridiculous meetings about economy and structure, when all I kept hearing every time I turned up was the same thing. Money. More and more money, that’s all they wanted. The ludacris vain little things that humans deemed important. Vital perhaps. Something that faded in and out of existence with every new advancement and I say the word advancement with a grain of salt. Maybe it's their short life spans that make them feel the urge to do things rather quickly. I'll never understand.

Draven muttered and I berated back, “Yes, I do! It's useless.” I was about to go back to talking to Ashel but I noticed that the atmosphere of the room was changing. The temperature was seemingly dropping down and a suppressing aura was gripping us. I looked up in confusion to see Draven staring dead at my face. There was no expression on his face which looked as if it had been carved out of the ice berg but I could say that something was wrong. He blinked and looked at Ashel, “I change my answer. Love is more important that money." I was left gaping.

"The Foundation is gone. The Archive is deleted. You’re a ghost of a dead timeline." "On the contrary, Mr. Thorne," Arthur Vance replied, tapping his silver cane against the worn linoleum floor. The sound was like a gavel striking. "In this version of the world, you aren't a god. You are a failed venture capitalist who leveraged his family’s future against a series of 'unfortunate' investments. The three billion isn't data-noise. It’s actual, legal debt. And in London 2026, debt is the only thing that's 'Absolute'."