One For The Money Book Novels & Stories

“If you don’t mind. I think I’d like to be alone for a little while. I wasn’t expecting company today and I have…” “You don’t need to explain,” he interrupted her. “I’ll go and leave you to your thoughts.” As he started for the door he stopped and pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his denim jacket. “I almost forgot. This is the reason I came. Pa sent his final payment to you. He was going to slip it in the mail, but I offered to bring it. I’m damned glad I did.” She smiled as she accepted the envelope he offered. The five-thousand-dollar insemination fee she’d charged would make a good cushion for her. All-in-all, it had been a memorable day.

I frowned at Marco's pathetic display. "'Blood and sweat?'" I repeated his words, my voice like a razor's edge. "Marco, is 'busting your ass' what you call shaking down our own people for 'protection' money?" Marco froze, but he still tried to argue. "Don, it wasn't protection money!" he said, waving his hands frantically. "It was an operations fund! For building connections, recruiting top talent! Look, I brought in over a hundred new people in five years..."

Ethan and I then registered our marriage. Dad's company received 20 million dollars from Sadler Group. Meanwhile, I received nothing from either side of the family for my marriage to Ethan. Just like some sort of merchandise, I was packed up and delivered to the Sadler residence. What was more ridiculous was I had so few belongings that a suitcase was more than enough for me, even though I lived in that house for 20 years. As our family once called off the engagement with Ethan, my parents-in-law, William Sadler and Brianna Ford, despised me.

Leaning in, I whispered to her, "It's not like it's your money. Go ahead and splurge. It's on your boss." Rhea hesitated but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation. The items she picked, though few, ended up being more expensive than everything she had selected for me combined. I said nothing throughout the checkout process. After all, Jack was the one footing the bill. I wanted him to see Rhea's greed firsthand. Once the mission was complete, I pretended to look exhausted. "Darling, I'm tired. Can we go home now?" Jack nodded with a quiet grunt, then turned to Rhea. "Ms. Carhill, you should head home early too."

The works. By the time I was done, the counters looked like a magazine spread. And then I… left it. Just left it there on the island like some weird offering to the god of chaos who’d dropped into my life. “Bon appétit, Moretti,” I muttered, heading back to my room. Laptop. Bed. Reality check. I flipped the screen open, the glow washing over my tired face. One click into my banking app, and there it was. Eight. Million. Dollars.

He looked a little irritated. “Mindy, I’m giving you one last chance! “2.5 million dollars! And I’m not asking for any rebates. I won’t give you any less than that!” I slammed my document on the table. “Look at this carefully. What’s this?” Harry picked up the document in confusion. His face immediately fell. “What is Fortune Factory? Why would they take your stock?” “Read the signature carefully.” Harry stood up abruptly and threw the document to the floor. “Jude! That trash! He’s still coming after me!”

Rent was one of the major headaches of living in the capital city but he was well paid so he could afford it. Muhammad now had an idea about who he was dealing with because he now knew that he was no match for The First One when it came down to physique, speed or killer instincts. The only chance he might have against The First One is his psychological abilities and that was what he was going to use to take down the psycho. He needed to find a way to stay alive if he was going to end up being the last man standing in their inevitable showdown. There was a car parked outside his house with members of the Tactical Assault Team (TAT) of the SSS keeping watch over him but he was still not taking

Richard refused to accept that she might be unavailable to him. "We have carried in everything from the truck, sir. Was there anything else?" One of the movers asked and brought Richard out of his thoughts. "No, thank you. Here, take this," Richard said, reaching the man one hundred dollar bill. "Thank you, sir," The man said and took the money. The movers left the apartment, and Richard began unboxing his stuff.

Stephen asks, holding out a pack of both strawberry milk and chocolate milk on either of his hands, I think Lisa finally understands that continuing this conversation with lover boy, will probably make her the school’s main topic throughout this week, because she hurriedly grabs some textbooks from her locker, slams its door, and walks out on Stephen, who’s on one of his knees, formally presenting beverages like he's proposing to her with a diamond ring. Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally!

I send a quick smile his way then adjust my face to a normal one. "I have this belief that money is life." "Turns out we have a mutual belief." I answer in a bored tone. "I need life in exchange for a life." I smile. A genuine one, for the first time since the meeting began. "A life for a life." My smile widens. "I like the sound of that." "Sounds better than nothing." He smiles along. He's truly happy over this money he's gonna get. Seems to me, he couldn't afford much. Anyways, he wouldn't be rich, yet borrowing.