Deeper Than Money Novels & Stories

Even though later, Ilene will also delete the video. Ilene bit her lip nervously and stomped her foot to tell this man, don't let it leak into his mother. Ilene reached for the remaining pocket money to cover her mouth. "Now, I have money. Please don't tell my mother," begged Ilene. She was handing a thousand pieces of money. Jared laughed out loud, how clever a schoolgirl is now. "I have a lot of money." "Oh, that's not it. Anyway, this is money to shut up, don't tell, and please accept this." Ilene immediately took Jared's hand and put down the money. Jared just looked at the girl in junior high school in front of him, shaking his head.

he asked softly. "I'll pay you back. Every cent. I'll take extra shifts, I’ll—" "I don't want your money, Clara. I have more than I can spend in ten lifetimes." He leaned forward, the intensity of his presence suddenly overwhelming. "I’m entering a very dangerous time. My life was nearly taken yesterday because of a lapse in security. I cannot go to a public hospital again, and I cannot trust the doctors on my payroll. They have loyalties that can be bought."

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The sun had climbed high enough to bake the limestone of the terrace, turning the air into a shimmering, heavy heat that felt like a physical weight on my skin. I remained in my chair, the black coffee now cold and forgotten, staring at the blank vellum that had become my new reality. For decades, I had been a man of the "Deep Audit" a creature that lived in the sub-strata of financial nodes, hunting for the 0.01% of a cent that didn't align. My mind was a biological computer, trained to see the world as a series of interlocking debts, but today, the machine was silent.

’ Abe explained. ‘Dee borrowed money from me, and from the consortium united in Milan, to pay for tonight and book the two of them into a Buddhist retreat for six months, to be followed by several months living with a Sharman in the Alaska outback. ‘Borrowed’ is a dodgy concept here. I’m not sure what the correct business expression is. Let us say, we have bought shares in her and Greg’s future. Realistically, I get paid back if Greg decides his new life with Dee is much better than what he had, and he offers to cough up. His father-in-law will settle plenty on him, just to get rid. Dee has got an interesting deal.’

And it seemed I had forgotten about him too. How could I be trapped in the past like this? After all, those alive should keep on living, right? With that in mind, I tilted my head slightly and whispered, "Check the financial transactions of the Walsh family over the past few months. "I sent over seven million was sent over, yet he said he could only save one. "Mr. Jones, do you think he's foolish or does he think I'm foolish?"

As someone who'd lived my life on those two things, thinking that they were what I needed to be someone in this world, that seemed odd and not too realistic. "No, we don't. You could say that's easy for me to say because I have money; we all do. But the truth is, I have money, yes, but I don't know where the fuck it goes because my wife and kids rob me every sixty seconds of every damn day. I don't need money to be who I am, and neither do you. Money is just one of life's many trappings, but it ain't the end all and be all, now, is it? You've got millions, and I have yet to see a sorrier sight than your ass. That should answer your own question for you. Dafuq they teaching you kids these day

My aunt spoke in his son's favor as I opened my mouth to speak again but before I could , she spoke for herself like always. "I was being looked down right now because of my family history. Why not him? Just because he has more money than me. Than let me tell you Mrs. Raven Nor do I crave your money neither your son. I'm fine with my sick family. And if being here means I have to sit and hear you all insult my family. Than let me tell you. I treasure them more than I treasure my own life. So next time if you think you all can look down on me. Than let me tell you. That won't be easy.Money is just few sets of paper. If a person can burn down to ashes, so can it. And you know what's the onl

“You can’t… This doesn’t…” Taking a deep breath, she collects herself. “I know that it would have caused a major impact on your image, but that is already fucked. The money is more important, or showing the Degli Baronesis that you aren’t spending the money headlessly when you have debts they want to have covered by getting your head.” I hum, listening to her sigh exhaustedly. “I would love another thing to be fucked at the moment, honestly.” “Please…” she breathes out annoyed, making me grin.

Bonny propped forward, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me sit up straighter. "Money only has the power you let it have, Oma. Those men in their glass towers think they own the world, but they don't know a damn thing about surviving the storm. They buy their way out of trouble. You?" He pointed a rough-skinned finger at me. "You're earning your way out, and that makes you stronger than them."

The Anatomy of the Generational-Audit This was the "High-Concept-Core." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Tension" that created the "Diamond." In the "Void," that tension was the "Proof of Purchase." The "Un-Born" were using their "Pure-Neural-Lattice" to "Infiltrate" the "Memory" of the "Billionaire’s-30-Day-Debt."