Margo's Got Money Troubles Kindle Novels & Stories

Turning stiffly, she asked, “Where did you get the money to buy these? And where did your clothes come from?” Lucius, thinking her reaction was exaggerated, answered, “I used your mobile payment app. The delivery was fast, just in time for lunch.” Isabella’s face twitched. Using her money? With so many ingredients, it was like moving an entire farm. And his clothes, though brandless, were clearly high-end. How much did this all cost? She quickly checked her account balance, and sure enough, it showed: ‘Balance: 0.’ Isabella felt as if she’d been struck by lightning. With no source of income after being kicked out, how was she supposed to survive?

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

Then with a shake of his head, he snarled, "Either get it together or get the fuck out!" Both Tombstone and Jethro hung their heads, looking properly chastised. I'd narrowly missed having two cups of scalding hot coffee spilled down the front of me as I had danced like a ballerina out of the sudden chaos that had erupted, and as I sat down beside Marlowe, she looked up at me. I could see by the puffy redness of her eyes that she'd been crying again and my heart turned over. This woman had been through so much, and the hurts never stopped coming it seemed. She'd had a shitty life so far.

Eleanor Carter sat at her vanity table, her reflection that of elegant beauty, she applied her makeup with practiced precision, her mind racing with the weight of the news she had received the night before. The Carter’s family fortune, a symbol of power and prestige, was now teetering on the brink of collapse. After trying to convince her husband about breaking the partnership with the Russos he thought otherwise and Mrs. Carter knew that drastic measures would be taken by the Russos, a lawsuit isn’t something she’d want at this moment just because of her husband’s greed. Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Mrs. Carter’s heart skipped a beat. She knew without a doubt who stood on the

she asked gently, setting the magazine aside. “It’s just... everything is piling up, you know? I lost my job last month, and now the bills are starting to come in. Miranda's surgery is next week, and I still can't afford it. I don't know what to do, Mia," Isabella confessed, tears welling up in her eyes. Mia’s brow furrowed. “But you were doing so well at your place of work! What happened?” "It was a budget cut, They let go of half the staff. I thought I was safe, but...” She replies with tears full.

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

“And then he’d stay for dinner.” My phone buzzes. Unknown number. _Enjoying the Morrettis’ money, Wells?_ Victoria. I don’t screenshot it this time. I delete it. Because for the first time in a year, I’m not scared of being broke tomorrow. I’m not scared of the rent. I’m scared of getting used to this. To people who make pancakes and tea and say “we all go.” I put my dad’s watch on the nightstand. “Night, Dad,” I say. And I sleep through the night.

I had to get some sleep so I could wake up in the morning and talk to my bank associates. It felt like the night was just way too long. As soon as the sun raised, I quickly grabbed my phone and dialled the number for my bank to know how much I had in the bank. I was so excited for everything. I was so excited to continue dreaming about my future. "Sorry, Miss Morin, but your account shows zero balance. In fact, it was yesterday, your brother came in and closed that account." My world collapsed the moment I heard that. Not just that man had left me helpless while with a baby after I saved his ass. He left me with no money at all, the money that belonged to my mother. The money he had no right

She didn’t think too much of it, she kept walking. “What do you do, Margot?” He studied her from behind. “I’m a freelancer … I work where and when I want to … I find it more liberating.” He nodded, “Do you make a lot of money working as a freelancer?” “It depends on what you mean by a lot of money … I can’t afford to buy a yacht if that’s what you mean.” They laughed. “But I’m making more than enough, if I can afford to have a roof over my head, food on the table, some money to travel the world … I’m happy … you can’t measure that with money.”

“I was looking for you,” Ciara replied. “Louis came to me and Godrick, crying. He said you were missing, and he was terrified.” Ciara looked Margo up and down. “But seems like you’re okay. What actually happened?” Margo’s face appeared flushed. She bent her knees and hugged them, placing her chin there. “I... I’m okay,” she murmured. “I just wanted to... disappear for a while.” Ciara sighed. She took a seat next to Margo and sat with her. They both gazed towards the river. “What happened?” Ciara asked. “Will you tell me?”