I Owe You One นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I blinked, stared in confusion with my mouth wide open. “Wh–what was that for?” “That hundred dollar bill is for your performance last night, it wasn't bad but it wasn't good enough. Consider this a bonus because I feel like it but you should consider improving before you start charging people.” He let out sarcastically. I bit my lower lip in anger. He only thought I was worth a hundred dollars?! How disrespectful. My fist clenched, my teeth sank deep into my lips. I was about to lose my temper but I remembered just how badly I needed my job so I forced another smile, lowered to pick the extra hundred dollar bill and smiled.

They take everything. This is one of those debts.

Possessive. "I bought you," he says. "I paid ten million euros for you. You don't get to refund yourself." "I paid the debt," I say. "With the Greco file." "That was interest," he says. "The principal is still due." He pushes me back. I stumble. I hit the edge of the dresser. "You aren't leaving," he says. "And you aren't taking a cent." He walks to the bag. He picks it up. He unzips it.

The kind of crack that lets light in. "You didn't buy me," Elijah said. "You bought my debt. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes." Elijah moved closer—just an inch, just enough that their foreheads were almost touching. He could feel Alexander's breath on his lips, warm and slightly uneven. "You gave me a choice. You gave me an out. You could have owned me, and you didn't. That matters." "It was a contract." "Contracts can be broken. You could have called in the debt at any time. You didn't."

People do reckless things when they're desperate. "Rachel, I won't rush you on the three hundred thousand, but you need to write me an IOU." She blinked, then laughed. "Us? An IOU? Come on, that's so formal." "Three hundred thousand isn't three hundred. Write one. It gives us both peace of mind." Reluctantly, she scrawled a few lines on the paper I handed her and signed it. Date, amount, repayment deadline—one year. She took a copy. I kept the original.

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?"

"No, I will not take the present because I said I owe you one, and no, I haven't forgiven you yet." 'Ugh, this was going to be harder than I thought.'

Was this payback? Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out. “Is this because I didn’t go with your narrative pitch yesterday?” Ava blinked, startled. Then slowly tilted her head to the side. “Excuse me?” Luke instantly regretted saying it, but the damage was done. He sat back, exhaling. “I just meant—never mind. Forget I said that.” “No.” Her voice was soft but steady. “You think I’m shooting down your idea because I’m being petty?”

Plus, you paid out a huge sum to me yesterday for my share of earnings from the previous work. "I'm sure that this means you're short of cash in hand. I'm willing to return your payout to me in exchange for the script for Heroes."

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Judith. You owe me one million dollars. Please pay me back.” Over the years, Mark borrowed a total of one million dollars from me. As I resented him for making me sign the contract, I made him sign an IOU every time he took money. Of course, Mark thought he never had to repay me. He kept taking money from me without returning a single cent. Now, as the only beneficiary to his estate, Judith had to pay me back that one million. To prove that Mark did owe me a million, I showed her the photos of the IOUs.