Love And Debt Novels & Stories

“That night bought you every mercy I had, Niccolò. And you spent it.” His face went white. “You can’t count love that way.” “You did. You were the one who brought Palermo into the room when you needed me to take Lia’s blame. You asked me to remember what you had done for me while telling me to destroy my name for her.” He had no defense. “I told you then. That debt was paid.” For a moment, only the distant noise of the reception filled the silence. Then he whispered, “And the love?” I looked at him. “It is gone.”

"That debt was real, and enormous, and for most of my childhood I believed there was no version of repayment that could ever close it. I think that belief did something to both our families that wasn't healthy. It let your parents treat every door we opened as owed instead of given. And it let me treat you as something I was permanently responsible for. Not because I loved you the way you wanted. Because I thought owing your father meant I owed you too, indefinitely, with no end point." "You did love me," she said, quieter, almost a question. "Don't tell me that wasn't real." "I loved you the way you love someone you grew up next to. The way you love being twelve and uncomplicated. I never l

she motioned between us “was never about love. It’s just a contract.” Her words struck like a blade straight to the gut. “I care about you,” I said, more firmly this time. “I know,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to her hands. “And I care about you, too. But this debt… this was mine to face. If I let you fix it now, I’ll start believing someone will always be there to clean up my messes. But that’s not reality. In a few months…” Her voice cracked, and she bit her lip to keep it in.

She repeated the words—her Russian halting but sure, learned in secret months. Tears mixed with blood. He kissed her—tasting copper and salt and love. Then made love to her again. Slow. Just them. Two broken people made whole. “The debt is forgiven,” he said quietly. “Your father’s company is yours free and clear. You can leave whenever you want. No strings.” She turned in his arms. Faced him. “I am not going anywhere.” He searched her face. “Why?” “Because I love you.” The words were simple.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

“Is this some kind of sick game to you? My daughter is sick. She doesn’t understand what she’s doing and you’re taking advantage of her.” “Don’t you dare speak to him like that,” Violet says as she stands up. The venom in her voice is enough to make me nervous. “First of all, I am not sick. In fact, I am healthier now than I ever was before and Kane is partly responsible for that. Second, I know exactly what I’m doing. I love him more than anything in this world, which I don’t expect you to understand since you only marry for money.” “Darling,” I warn gently. She sits back down and grabs my hand, angrily swiping at tears with the other.

" He threw a stack of pictures at me. I looked at them with wide eyes. These pictures were taken yesterday. But the angle makes it so wrong. We were just talking but it looked like we were kissing. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked me tauntingly. " This is not what it lo-" "Shut up and get out, you gold digger." He said, cutting me off. "Are you just going to give up on us like this?" I asked him with betrayal in my voice. "What's 'us'? There's no us anymore. It's just ' You And I ' now."

This wasn’t just shock—this was betrayal, curling around her like a vice. “We were never meant to have a choice, were we?” she murmured, her voice eerily calm. I clenched my jaw. “No.” Our engagement, our so-called arranged marriage, hadn’t been about tradition. It hadn’t even been about business. It had been about control. The Sinclair and Sterling empires were built on more than just wealth—they were built on a foundation of lies, deals made in shadows, and blood debts passed down like an inheritance. Aurora flipped through another page, scanning the words before exhaling sharply. “This—this document isn’t just a business contract. This is a goddamn blood oath.”

"The numbers on that account reflect the company's total revenue. It's not available cash; I can't just pull it out to pay off your debts. For now, just leave it. You've been in debt for months, and nothing's really happened, has it?" I saw Camilla's face turning cold in response. "Declan, is this what your 'love' looks like? Is this how you're going to marry me? You know I need help, and you can help me, but you won't? You're just going to leave me to carry this burden?" Declan, who had begun to waver, shot back, "Then what about your 'love' for me? The regret you feel for us separating, is that real? Do you love me, or do you love my company?"

Jeanna's shameless explanation left Sophie speechless, and she could only shake her head. However, Jeanna seemed to be on a roll with her philosophy as she continued. "I've come to understand that marriage is essentially a debt relationship where one party must owe something to the other. That's why two completely unrelated people are bound together for life, experiencing all of life's ups and downs until the debt is paid off. Then they either part ways or stay together until the very end. Don't you think so, Soph?" "Yes, yes, you're always right, okay?" Sophie responded with a perfunctory smile, though it felt like her heart was touched by something.