I Bought My Boyfriend On A Loan の小説・ストーリー

What he did today made me love him more. "I am not going to let him go. I will be with him forever." I said to myself. I walked around the bookstore, looking for a book that would catch my interest. I was so happy. The smell of books was giving me the vibes. I won't pick a lot of books. I have to be considerate and empathetic. I didn't want to be an inconsiderate girlfriend. My boyfriend was a high school student and he wasn't working yet. I shouldn't let him spend much money.

I put on a long face and kept begging, “I don’t have money now. I can’t give you $6000 now, even if you beat me to death.” “Kill you? Nice dream! How can we have our money back if you die? How about this? Ask your girlfriend over to spend a night with me. Maybe I will waive your interest if I’m happy.” “I can’t. Please stop joking!” I cried. “Who the fuck is joking with you? Pay the money back, or ask that girl to pay with us!” “Just give me a few more days! I promise I will repay the loan. Please, Lucas. I promise I will return all the money in three days at the most.” I begged.

It said just a few words, “I couldn't receive the loan, I'm at home now, but I'm planning to go to court if that's what it takes.” On a normal day, I wouldn't understand the message and I would be running to hail the nearest taxi in order to get home and ask him what was wrong and why he hadn't gotten the loan. But today was no normal day. Today was the day I had joined friends turned enemies of my boyfriend and aided them in robbing him. Robbing him? I was only securing my future, I told myself inwardly. I was only making sure that no matter what, I would never go back to where I came from, that was all.

“Nothing in life was ever free…” My mom gave birth to me, I paid back with my childhood. My dad took me in, I thought that I was paying back by helping around the pack. But he thought it too little. So he sold me to Alpha Beret. Jayden was secretly my boyfriend I guess. I almost paid the price on my eightength birthday. He thought that his care and attention, little as it was, was enough to assault me… “I didn't want to owe you. Especially because you made it seem quite open that you want a purely physical relationship. I don't want your money to be a payment for my services. I just…”

he asked calmly. “Yes, he is my father. How much does he owe you?” I asked. The loan my father took was the money he used to buy gifts for me during my wedding, so no one would say my family was poor. My husband never gave me any money ,so I could not give my father back the money to pay off the loan. “Two hundred thousand dollars,” he said. “But I can give you a clean slate if you marry me and pretend to be my wife for one year. You only need to visit my grandmother once in a while and stay out of trouble,” he informed me.

"You had to get her killed too." "I didn't steal anything," I said. "She made her choice. Deal with it." "Her choice?" Liam scoffed. "She was a broke college student. You're a billionaire. You think that was a real choice? You bought her." "I never...." "You bought her," Liam repeated. "Paid her debts. Gave her a job. A place to live. You dangled security in front of a desperate girl and called it love." "She loves me," I said.

"I lived in the suburbs. These are all the bus tickets I bought when I commuted two hours every day to my girlfriend's campus, all so I could set up my hot dog stand there and support her education with my earnings." I then pulled out a dozen MRI reports. "This is the cervical disc herniation I developed from hunching over and fixing cars to support her living expenses." Finally, I pulled out several receipts, all of which amounted to thousands of dollars. "These are all receipts for the birthday gifts I've bought her over the years." Staring straight into the camera, I enunciated my next words clearly. "Since I've accepted all of your charges, do you, my ex-girlfriend, accept mine?"

“You know there's next to nothing in this cursed house! I needed to go shopping! It was a logical thing to do!” “Oh yeah?” He scoffed again. “Who the hell told you that I want to have anything in the house that's paid for by your boyfriend?!” “So everyone I talk to is my boyfriend!” I shouted back at him, not holding back anymore. “And again, I paid for all those things with the money a certain asshole gave me weeks ago, remember?! I really don't get you, Myles Voss! Like, where exactly did you school? In a professional bullshit university?!”

I turn down a dream research program at Hefford University just so I can stay and help my debt-ridden boyfriend run a burger stand. This time, he says he's serious. I give him all the money I've saved up over the years, hoping we can build a better future together. A few hours later, I discover he's forgotten two hundred dollars in the drawer. I grab the money and run out, hoping to catch him. What I catch is a scene straight out of a corny movie. The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially.

Earlier at the office we were brainstorming how to go about the massive loss and get back on track with no hope in sight as I had no damn idea something huge was standing in front of me. And now a two-hundred-million loan!. “How the hell do they plan on paying him back?”. I blurted out. “Marry me”. The man finally spoke. “Wait what?”. My stomach twisted.