I Owe You One นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the proof of a seventeen-year-old boy bleeding on his dead father's grave because another boy had been kind to him once. "One day I'll own you," Sebastian had whispered in the locker room that night. "And you'll thank me for it." Damian had thought it was bravado. A scared rookie trying to save face after being rescued. He had laughed it off, told himself it didn't mean anything, and gone back to his hotel room to ice his ribs. But it had meant everything. "That was the bet," Damian said slowly. "Not a handshake. Not a contract. A blood oath on your father's grave."

Not to anyone. The world owes me everything I lost, and I'm going to take it back with interest. Every. Single. Cent.

I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure." Wendy's face froze. I continued, "Wendy, you've always wondered how a 'poor researcher' like me could afford a standalone villa in Starlit Bay for our wedding home, haven't you?" I turned my head toward the now-pale, trembling Shawn. "Go." My voice wasn't loud, but carried an unmistakable command. "Turn on the largest LED display in your showroom. Connect it to my phone." Overwhelmed by my aura, he obeyed almost instinctively despite his confusion.

One circumstance led to another and I’m happy my dad had found me. “This is where it gets nasty. I did my findings, and your father owed a lot of money to Dave Baxter. He owed him so much, he decided to gamble what he had left so he could earn more, but lost everything. Dave Baxter is not a nice man, and he doesn’t smile with debtors. Especially ones who can’t pay back like your dad. So technically, your dad and mom gambled their way into the grave. I’m sorry Maya.” Dad continued.

"Kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance." He then pointed at me and said, "Either she spends a year with me, and I'll erase the three-million-dollar debt, or you figure out how to pay it off today. Sell your kidneys, your blood—whatever. I don't care." At that point, the company didn't have a penny to its name. Corey pleaded desperately for more time, but the men were merciless. A dozen of them charged at me to grab me. At that moment, all I could think about was saving Corey and this company.

"I'm just letting you know because I at least owe you that. I'm so-" "No." What?

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

I am no one's property. The End♡

“Wub you Mommy.” Jasmine kissed her forehead, “Good night Little One, I love you more.”