Her Voice Was Full Of Money Novels & Stories

Everyone went quiet after he stopped introducing me, no one is going to pay for me now, no one wants to take me home now. "Do I have one hundred thousand?" the voice says. "Two hundred," a new voice says. "Five" someone else yells quickly. "Seven" another yell. "One million" a voice yells, what? "One and a half," a female voice says this time. "Two," the first voice says. "Three," the female says again, the first voice went quiet, I'm being sold for three million, I can't believe that the female sounded very happy about having me.

It was money in the bank. I couldn’t even concentrate on my reading anymore. I kept pacing around the room in circles, giddy. It took a while before I finally forced myself to calm down. One voice in my head scoffed, “Evelyn White, it’s not like you’ve never seen money before. Why are you losing your cool?” But another voice screamed, “This is different! That money wasn’t mine. I never earned it myself. Now I finally can! Didn’t those people mock me as a clueless, spoiled heiress?”

Before I could tend to them, she shouted at me again. “When are you going to bring my money?” Her harsh voice shook me to my core. She stood close to the bed, glaring at me. “I…” I stammered, trying to calm my babies as they fussed. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” she snapped. “Are you calling these things babies?” Her tone was full of scorn. “I need my money now. Starting today, you’ll sell to pay me back. Who do you think is feeding you? Do you hear me?”

I pulled her and said, "Mom, I have money. You can have a try." "No, no." Jessica waved her hand. I didn't dare to push her. I frowned slightly and said in a very kind tone, "Mom, don't worry. I'm rich now. I make millions in a year." She looked up at me and said in a astonishing tone. "That much?" "That's right, so you can have a try if you want, don't worry."

she replied in a sing-song voice. “He stole from me, one billion dollars, guess what he did with my money?” she asked again. I was quiet, I waited for Aleid to continue, “he used my money to buy you!” What! Buy me… oh my God the money Silvio flung out of a plane was hers? “What!” I exclaimed, “I just wanted to call, say thank you for handing him over on a platter of gold, maybe you should say goodbye” she mentioned before switching to video call.

" I shrank back, dodging his hand. "You want to destroy evidence? Not a chance!" I pressed the answer button with my thumb, then put it on speaker. The call connected. I held my breath, waiting for that familiar voice. However, what came out of the speaker was not a person speaking. It was static. Then, a woman's voice began to play. "I won a hundred million. "Luxuria Heights, living the high life. "I won a hundred million. "Luxuria Heights, living the high life."

My voice was laced with annoyance. "You don't get it, do you?" She dwindles her eyes as she lifts the phone into the air. "My father bought me this. He doesn't have money, but he wanted to do something for me. That means something to me. I don't care about money or expensive things. This is what means something to me." She was mad at me? "I get that and you mean everything to me. I only want the best for you." "Money is not what is best for me." She states. Her tongue spits venom. Money is what got us here. Money is what she needed even if she didn't admit it, but understood what she said. Fuck I will give up all the money in the world for her.

Oh, by the deity, he was decadent. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as his sapphire blue eyes pierced through me. His jaw clenched, its already sharp contour becoming even sharper. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the vibrant hue transition to fire. “$25,000 in cash,” he said. Fuck! His voice was so rich, so raspy. It was almost as if he hadn’t spoken in ages. That couldn’t have been true.

She says in the fake sugary voice, I'm sure works perfectly on the men she fucks. “Get to the point, Mom." I tell her, voice curt. I'm really tired and don't need any of her tantrums right now. “I want some money. Say a hundred grand, maybe." I let out a wry laugh. Of course it's money, why else would she bother calling? " You should be ashamed to call yourself a mother, you know that? First you sell me off to a man three times my age to cover your drug debts and now you have the fucking nerve to ask me for money.”

That accent, she recognised it instantly. *Where's my money? No incorrect, you failed. *Security is tighter now *You will pay for this