I Will Never Financially Recover Novels & Stories

My mum locks eyes with me as she delivers her venomous words. I pay the bills every month. I pay anything they want when I can to the extent I never have any extra money for my own personal necessities sometimes. I can't count how many times I've embarrassed myself by going to the financing department to ask for an advance just so I can provide for my family members when they need it. I'm very sure that Tom from finance thinks I have a gambling addiction.

“I can’t go through all that shit again.” Carlo doesn’t speak. He just watches. Like he knows better than to say anything right now. “You know how much shit I’ve eaten in this life?” I laugh bitterly. “Racing fucked up my leg. My old man died before he could pay off that loan. My mom’s health tanked. That chairman beat the hell outta me in front of everybody ‘cause I couldn’t pay the damn debt. And now this? This fucking bullshit? Again?” He looks down, jaw tight. He remembers that day too.

Three million is gone and we have a lot of money so that three million is nothing. It's just that I can't help but think, why Mom is overreacting lately to my spending millions in a day, if you look at it, this is normal for us. It was like this then, so what’s up? Unless... okay stop! Before I could continue what, I was going to say to myself, I just shook my head, twice. I am overthinking again. Our company can't be bankrupt. It will never happen!

The exhaustion suddenly hit me all at once. “I don’t know what to do,” I admitted quietly. “You start over,” Susan said carefully. I laughed immediately. “With what exactly?” “You’ll figure something out.” “Doing what?” I asked bitterly. “It’s not like I have some amazing career waiting for me.” “You can still fix your life.” I looked down at my bank app again. The shrinking balance. The spending history. The fear sitting heavily in my chest. Could I really fix anything? Or had I already ruined too much?

"The money's barely enough to kero the company afloat, Emily. No matter how hard we try to contain this disease of financial ruin that has taken over the company, it keeps spreading like a wildfire. It's not even helping matters that we don't own a lot of shares independently anymore. So, we're forced to split the profits into so many halves when they come in. That and many other factors are the reasons why we can no longer afford to pay our staff." Emily watched him with keen eyes as he explained everything to her. She lost her voice at the end of it all. "I'm sorry, what?" Gary Peterson heaved a dejected sigh. "I'm sorry it's gotten to this. I have no idea how we're going to pull ourselves

"Mom, Dad is never going to get any better. Even if we had some savings before, they are almost gone now!" "That's right, Mom. I still want to use my own private savings to start over and build something again!" "True… I can barely afford my tuition anymore. We really can't keep going like this!"

But with both internal and external crises pressing down at once, even surviving this wave would leave them barely standing. If the Smith family had endless money to burn, there might still be hope of recovery. But they didn’t and Eric, who had spent heavily to steal away their partners, clearly had no intention of letting the Smiths get back up again.

Not in front of anyone else. The doctor spoke again, softer now, as if he sensed my crumbling resolve. “We’ll do everything we can. But you need to understand the financial realities. Specialized care like this… it won’t come cheap. You’ll need to plan accordingly.” I nodded stiffly, throat too tight to form words, and turned toward the door before I gave in to the sobs that threatened to tear me apart. The corridor outside was empty, blessedly so, the hum of fluorescent lights the only witness to my collapse. I sank onto a bench, the papers crumpling in my fists as though holding them tighter could somehow change the numbers, erase the debt, rewrite reality.

"That's the problem, Elle. We do. We're your friends and we care about you." I sat down and sighed, "My company is on the brink of bankruptcy. Our sales are getting lower and lower as the days pass and I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to recover. Everyone loves their products, and our stocks are decreasing. If this continues, the company will be in debt. And, I'd have failed. The company would have failed." "Elle, this isn't your fault. You did your best." "Did I, Giovanna? Did I really?" I spat, beating myself up for something that isn't even within my power.

“As I thought. She’s in the red everywhere, credit cards, loans, bills she didn’t bother paying.” My eyes widen, he's already got that much? It's been less than an hour. Rook lets out a short laugh. “She actually spent fifteen million and ended up broke?” “That’s what happens when people are given money they never earned,” Nikolai says simply. “They don’t know how to hold onto it.” A weight settles in my chest. I don’t even know what I feel anymore, anger? Betrayal? Embarrassment that I let this happen? I rub my face, trying to push the thoughts away. “So what’s next? Do we just… sit back and wait for court?”