Her Voice Was Full Of Money นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hearing the voice , l instantly knew it that it was no one else but my mother Sarah Martinez. '' Again money ? Mother this isn't.....'',. '' Your husband got paid last night, didn't he ? , Then the 10usd will be enough for me '', She didn't allow me to finish up the sentence. "You right he was paid last night but that doesn't mean that money has to be wasted " ,l retorted while turning to look at her .

Farrow folded her arms, bringing her head closer to me as she slowly looked at me, from the top of my head to my shoes, taking her time as if she wanted me to feel every second of her judgment. “Are you done?” I asked, my tone clipped. “Good. Now get the hell out of my way.” “You do look a little more... human, I must say.” Her smirk widened. “Amazing what money can do—it makes even rags look brand new.” I froze for a moment, trying to keep my composure. “Excuse you?” “Oh, do not act surprised,” she said, her voice syrupy with mockery. “Isn’t that what all this is about? Trying to get a taste of the Thornhill fortune?”

” Her voice cracked under the weight of her frustration. He raised a brow, unfazed by her outburst. “What’s wrong with this lifestyle? Tell me. You have everything; money, rooms filled with gold, designer bags, endless clothes. "All you have to do is name what you want, and it appears before you.” He spread his arms, his pride oozing like poison. “You live in luxury, baby.”

She assured me and relief washed through me. My babies were safe. “So please I don't have any money. How do I pay my bills?” I asked her. “Ah! That! It has been cleared. Have you forgotten you are a rich man’s daughter?” She arched my brow teasingly and my brows furrowed in confusion. What did she mean by that? “I-” “Boss! You are finally awake!”

I reduced the tone of my voice when I mentioned money. “Wait, we begin immediately? What’s the rush though?” She asked yet another outrageous question. “Collecting this money from these rich folks can get very messy, five billion is not a small sum you know anything can happen. I need to know that I have a backup plan in case this one fails. Do you understand me?” I tried to explain in the best way possible “What makes you think I trust you? I mean it's five billion you know, you might as well just leave the fucking country once you get your hands on it.”

she said coolly, but her voice shook with an emotion she didn’t want to admit was there. The woman scoffed, a cruel laugh escaping her lips. "Time? You think that’s all you’re gonna get? You’re in our world now, sweetheart." She took a step closer, her eyes flashing with warning. "And this world? It doesn't give a damn about your money, your pretty face, or your past."

she looked at me from head to toe with a fake smile plastered on her lips, "purchase." I gave her my most casual smile, ignoring the words she just stabbed into my heart. "Yeah, as you can see," I lifted the paper bag I was holding, which contained the fruits I bought at the mall. "I can actually buy stuff for myself. I mean, I used my talent and skills in singing to earn money and make a living, without using my body as leverage. I mean, don’t get me wrong, okay? It’s just that, I didn’t know your sugar daddies have no taste in choosing who to pamper."

Then she said, "He will always try to buy what he cannot earn." Her voice was not angry. It was the specific quality of accurate. The voice she used when she was saying something that was simply true and had been true for a long time and was being confirmed rather than discovered. She paused. "Tell him no," she said. "In whatever language he understands." I looked at the window. At the city outside. At the company I had built from a folding table and a borrowed camera and my mother's voice in my chest and the absolute refusal to accept that this particular thing would not work.

I cleared my throat and said in low voice, swallowing my pride . " I don't have money to pay," and looked at my feet. "Well who asked for money, my dear. Do I look like I would want your money?" He said stepping a step closer in a low dark husky voice, making me look at him real quick. "What do you mean ?". God if he......No he won't..... would he ? "Well you would pay but not in money but as—." before he could say anything more I interrupted him . "Look mister state clearly whatever you want. I am not that kind of girl. If yo—."

I was still thinking about the amount of craziness the person must be suffering from when I heard " four hundred million dollars" Ok, this was getting out of hand. Anytime from this moment, I might just fly to the stage, aggressively grab the speaker from the M. C to lecture these people on how to manage their money. I was dragged out of my trance when I heard that baritone voice "Five hundred million dollars". A loud chatter erupted in the hall. They were bewildered too, but that voice was close to me. It lurks around me. The voice belongs to Aaron. Half a billion! For a necklace and an earring?