I Will Never Financially Recover Novels & Stories

Again. The second loss was even more catastrophic than the first. Now he wasn’t just personally broke—he had put the entire business in jeopardy. And with no money left, no way to repay what he’d taken, and no one he could turn to without revealing the full extent of his deceit, Oliver found himself at the bottom of a deep, dark financial hole.

He steps closer, gripping my wrist suddenly. “What do you take us for? Fools? You keep showing up everywhere. What now? You’re broke and need money?” His tone is amused. It stings. Not because he says them, but because somehow it’s partly true. A soft scoff escapes me. “Yes. I’m broke. So?” His fingers tighten slightly. “So what? You expect us to help you with finances?” I yank my hand free, pressing the sore spot with my other palm. “Look,” I say steadily, “even if I’m broke, I will never come to you for help. I’ll always find a way. Just like I’m doing right now. Just like I’ve been doing all these years.”

he paused, “Sir? Sir Wills…” I disconnected the call. My jaw tightened slightly. My hand went to the back of my head, fingers raking through my hair, but nothing could smooth out the frustration building inside me. “Sir…” Bella's voice came gently. I looked at her — opened my mouth, but nothing came out. “Tell me what happened.” She whispered. I sighed. How do I tell her? How do I tell her that I'm a failure? Even after five years, I didn't recover. “I… my company is almost bankrupt.” The words left my mouth at least. “I have no idea what to do.”

Closing my eyes, the familiar wave of guilt and failure washed over me. I had missed the signs, missed the emotional collapse, too focused on the financial cure to see the spiritual decay. The doctor’s words echoed in my head: she had simply stopped fighting. She had wanted to be away from me, leaving me with the cold, hard knowledge that my greatest resource—my wealth—had been completely useless.

his mom said, If business collapse, how are you going to revive the business, you need someone beside you to render financial assistance” Mrs Rodman explained, “Don't let us pray for that because only Almighty can render help without condition that will not Intimidate you, please, mom don't let us go there, I know what It meant to be seeking financial support, I have many friends In that shoes, and they are not finding things easy, most of them got married to a extremely wealthy family, but they were just like a slave” Leonard explained, “You have come up with your excuses” his mom said,

"Do what?" "Look at me like I'm pathetic. I'm going to be okay; I'm just a little overwhelmed. I was so proud of myself yesterday, I got rid of a huge stack of medical bills and saved a bunch of money paying them, but they just keep coming, and they're going to for a long time. I don't know how long I can keep us afloat without Moby's income." "What about disability?"

MARK I was still trying to recover from the loss of my supposed wealth. It was a staggering, suffocating blow that should have been the worst thing to ever happen to me. I had spent days pacing the floors of the penthouse, my mind spinning in circles, trying to figure out how to claw my way back from the edge of bankruptcy. I was grieving a future that had been stolen right out of my hands. But as it turned out, losing my fortune was nothing compared to the bomb that was about to drop on my personal life.

“As I said, money lost can still be earned again. Cathy, those days of being taunted and looked down on were nothing to me. I don’t mind the highs or lows of my life as long as I’m with you. Rebecca can target Hill Corporation, but I’ll never let her kill me. If worse comes to worst, I’ll send you and the kids away from Australia. But in that case, you might need to give up on Hudson.” “Do I look like the kind who’s concerned about wealth?” After listening to him, Catherine wrapped her hands around his waist with a smile. “I have brains. If we lose the money, we can still earn it back since we’re still young. But I’m… afraid that Rebecca will do something to other members of the Hills.”

Victor swallowed guiltily. An explosion of angry shouts erupted in the room. “Eight hundred thousand?” Marcia roared. “That was our emergency fund for the next three years!” “I’ll pay it back!” Victor screamed. “Once things calm down, I’ll pay it all back!” “With what?” Elder Graham demanded furiously. “What skills do you have to earn that kind of money?” Victor had no answer. “So,” I summarized, “not only has the pack lost the Goddess’s blessing, it’s also bankrupt?”

I leaned back against the couch, my gaze unfocused, the weight of the words pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. Two billion gone. My company is on the edge of collapse. And my name Ethan Black is being dragged through the dirt all over again. For the first time in a long time… I didn’t know what to do.