Love And Debt Novels & Stories

" Page by page, I turned through it. The crowd gradually fell silent. "In this house, every bite of food I ate, every piece of clothing I wore, had a clearly marked price." I closed the notebook and looked straight into Brian's eyes. "Dad taught me this since I was a kid. Fair exchange. No free lunch. "So, tell me. Why should I pay for his medical bills now? What does his illness have to do with me? Is this something I consumed?" Brian's face changed. He stammered. "Th…that's still our dad! He raised you! That kind of debt is greater than anything!"

She saw the debt, and she saw the love, and she understood, finally, that they were not the same thing. "I choose you," Eva said, not to the realm, not to the Spirit, not to the guide, but to her mother alone. "I choose this. Not because I owe it. Not because I'm paying for something. Because I love you. Because I love you, and love is not a debt. Love is not an exchange. Love is not something that can be weighed or measured or balanced on a scale. Love is the thing that breaks the scale. Love is the thing that makes the scale irrelevant." She took the clasp and linked the three of them together—Eliana, herself, and the guide.

Ariana didn’t plan to listen. But she couldn’t walk away either. “You shouldn’t be here,” Oliver said. Chloe crossed her arms. “And you shouldn’t pretend like you’ve changed that much.” “I have,” Oliver replied. Chloe shook her head slightly. “You think walking away fixes everything?” “It’s not about fixing it,” he said. “It’s about not going back.” Ariana frowned. Going back to what? --- Then Chloe said something that made everything clear. “You still owe people, Oliver,” she said quietly. “And they haven’t forgotten.”

"That's the part that scared me most. They weren't trying to find anything out. They just wanted me to understand something." "Understand what?" Matteo's voice had gone dangerously quiet, the register Fina had learned to recognize as fury with nowhere yet to land. "That the debt you settled isn't actually settled. Not the way they see it." Gio's hands were shaking, and he pressed them flat against his knees to still them, a gesture Fina recognized with an ache of her own. "The man who did this said to tell you, word for word, he made me repeat it back to him twice to make sure I had it right, that a debt paid by someone other than the debtor doesn't disappear. It just changes hands. And your

"I thought winning meant making someone pay for what they'd taken from me. I didn't understand, until you, that winning could mean something else entirely — building something instead of destroying it. You didn't just survive my plan, Mia. You dismantled it, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of it except the version of my life I actually wanted. I don't have a contract for what I'm promising you now. I just have the truth, which is that I choose you. Not because of leverage, not because of strategy. Because you're the only calculation I ever got wrong, and the only one I'm grateful for." Mia's vows were shorter, simpler, but no less true. "I came into this marriage as collateral,"

I asked him. He smiled. "Of course, I know you already. It would be best if you did not worry about it in the first place, though. You have me. If you can't pay for them, I can pay for you. I am your boyfriend, it is normal to do that, and it is not because you are getting it wrong by saying you are taking advantage of me. To pay the debt, I want you to love me unconditionally. That is all I want." he replied confidently. I can do that, though. That is not a debt, and I am responsible for loving him unconditionally too.

It’s been a long time since we’ve had a night together… too long, our marriage which was initially sweet and rosy, But now he has turned useless and almost loveless, but god knows I still love Jace, am I worn out? Do I not look as attractive as I was when I was eighteen? How could I still remain pretty? When I'm shouldering this heavy debt… I wish I could see me through Jace’s point of view, does he still love me? But I? I love that man, like nobody can. I’m always working different shifts, always scraping, always carrying the weight of his debt.

“Honestly baby, if you don’t want to give it a chance, that’s fine we will still love you… but that also means we have to teach you right from wrong and that also means to let go of your stubbornness. So even though we love you, we are obliged to take away your expenses, cars, assets, your credit card…” Now don’t get me wrong I’m not a spoiled brat okay but my parents never socialised me into how people who have less capital live so I will be destroyed the first day without any money. I should’ve taken up that part time job when I was 17. I know my parents did this for my own good, but why is it that I have to choose to marry a unknown, potentially old scary dude… no my parents will never do

He had no choice but to comply. Fine. He owed them too much anyway. Once Sophia dragged Sean away, Sunny sat down beside Eric. "Did Sean almost run just now?" Eric pushed his sunglasses up. "With you here, he wouldn't dare." Sunny's smile faltered. "Was that necessary?" "Money debts are easy to repay, but life debts are hard to settle." Eric paused before adding, "And love debts too." He wasn't wrong, and Sunny, old enough to understand, just stayed quiet.

"Seriously, just run the numbers. It won't hurt anything. This guy's just blinded by love." "Loving your wife doesn't mean you let her walk all over you. Look at what she's done to your mom and sister. You've got to have some conscience!" "It's the heartache of a loving mother. She surely loves her daughter, too. She doesn't even have money for her daughter's medical bills, and yet she's still putting her son first." Bolstered by the crowd, Zara stood taller. "This time, I'm going to make sure you cough up every cent you've taken from our Josh!"