روايات وقصص ضمن Karma's Gonna Come Collect Your Debt

Dad aged decades overnight, and he sat slumped on the only old couch that had not been taken. "Sweetheart, I-I'm so sorry..." Dad's voice was hoarse with despair. The company had been maliciously targeted, and even after losing everything, he was still buried under debt, owing ten billion. In desperation, he jumped from a building, leaving Mom and me with 10 billion in debt. The system's voice interrupted my memories. "Player 66, your performance far exceeded expectations. Your understanding of the rules, exploitation of human nature, your composure and ruthlessness... You were practically born for this game. This 10.0988 billion can be withdrawn immediately to pay off your debt, or...

"It's all in black and white. You signed it yourself. How could you not know?" At that moment, Dad finally realized I had tricked him into signing the papers. "That was Aria's loan! Go after her! Why are you coming after us?" he shouted. The debt collector grabbed all three of them, making sure they couldn't escape. "I don't care who actually borrowed the money. I hold the person who signed it responsible." Now they were going to feel all the pain I had suffered back then. Didn't they promise they'd make it up to me? I was only asking for ten million. That wasn't even that much, right?

With my chances of leaving without a scratch not looking all that good, I positioned my car key between my fingers so that I could cause some damage if need be. “We’re here to collect a debt incurred by your late mother. That shit she pumped into her veins ain’t free, you know? Reaper is a lenient guy, and he’s willing to write that debt off as a gesture of goodwill given the circumstances,” the wolf shifter explained as if he had zero fucks to give. “That shit killed her!” I exclaimed, letting my anger get the better of me. “My mother is dead. The debt dies with her. You tell him that I don’t need his goddamned charity!”

Before leaving, I visited the tattooed man who had come to collect his debt. They were part of the underworld. Times had changed. They worked for whoever paid them well. I handed them the IOUs and offered five million if they could collect the debt. “These IOUs list the time, place, and the people. Do your best.” The debt added up to ten million. I had spent over twenty years to earn it. Who would not want it? They went happily. My parents were already stressed out from the bad news and the stock crash. When the debt collectors came, they shouted at them about the broken contract.

The moment Dad mentioned them, the air around him grew impossibly heavy. "That punk owes eight million dollars in external debts from high-interest loans. With the interest, it's actually over ten million dollars. From the outside, his company, villa, and cars look fine, but in reality, he's been on the debt collectors' radar for a long time." Dad patted my hand lightly, his voice indifferent. "I didn't kill them myself. That would've been too easy on them. After I put them through a little suffering, I handed them over to the collectors."

"But his debts still exist." "My father's debts are not mine," I said. "Legally, perhaps not." His voice lowered slightly. "But debts have a way of returning to family members." A chill slid down my spine. "Are you threatening me?" "I am informing you," he replied. The calmness in his voice made it worse. "If the debt is not repaid within seventy two hours, we will begin collecting it through other means." My heart pounded. "You cannot do that." "We can do many things, Miss Bennett."

"Mademoiselle Leroy, Your presence is required tomorrow, 8 p.m., at the Manor of Mist. We will discuss the terms for settling your debt. Do not be late: K." K. Kassian. A name I had never heard before my father's bankruptcy collapsed upon us like a tomb. Before I became the currency of exchange. My heart beats an erratic rhythm against my ribs. This is madness. Going there alone is walking straight into the wolf's jaws. But seeing my mother, shattered, her eyes drained of all light after the creditors' announcement... that was worse. I have a debt. A debt of blood and tears. And he, Kassian, he proposed a solution. A solution that chills the blood.

I ignored Mrs. Glaser. My eyes never left Lucy as I spoke. "Aren't you the one who's always talking about asset allocation and calculating returns? Fine. Then hear this. There's a kind of debt called reputation debt. Once you rack it up, you spend the rest of your life paying it back. "And now you've added a new crime on top of the old one. Lucy, do the math. How many years do you think you still get to live on the outside?"

Patrick snorted. "How is that the same?" "We'll be losing our own money if we mess up," Cordy said. Before Patrick could argue, Cordy said sternly, "It's our money now. There used to be little losses on our respective accounts, but losing together would mean losing big." Patrick was almost convinced, and Cordy added, "We shouldn't bankrupt ourselves just because we're in a relationship." "Then… promise me to video call me every day?"

It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan. I looked away from their intimacy and turned to leave. Barbara stopped me. "Ms. Rossitto, Michele says he'll formally propose to me next month. I'd like to invite you." Just as I was about to refuse, a debt collector swaggered over. "What are you still standing around for? Get to work. That loan from five years ago has been snowballing with interest. The number is insane now. If you can't pay next time, it won't be just one 'part' we take."