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She stands there completely stumped, like a frozen tree. The shop boutique assistant keeps her polite smile, but her tone is super firm as her jaw prompts, "Miss Mirelle?" Mirelle is so anxious that her body can feel wet sweat trickling down her back fur. One hundred and forty-four thousand resource tokens—that is just tiny chump change for my Blackwynd Moon Dominion card, maybe, but for Mirelle’s small camp, it is a staggering mountain of money. There is absolutely zero way her paws can pay the register.

He also told me about paper with numbers and different man faces known as money that I can give and buy anything I want but I have to give a particular amount and particular type to buy a particular thing and also different countries had different money. It was the most boring thing in the box and I almost fell asleep while he explained me about it. He also gave me a card which will do the same thing but I don't have to calculate anything and just remember a small digit no. known as a pin and keep it secret and make sure no one else gets to know it or they will steal my money. It was dark outside when he was finally done explaining to me all the stuff he deemed necessary for my survival here

When an avalanche struck, Cristiano Corleone, the man I grew up with, held my hand tightly. But I chose to let go, giving the last seat on the helicopter to my adopted younger sister, Tania Lanza. And that was because in my previous life, after Cristiano chose to save me, Tania was swallowed by the snowstorm, forever lost in the mountains. He acted like he didn't mind marrying me and making me Donna, but then he gave me the silent treatment for 20 years. "If it weren't for you, Tania would never have died." Because of that, I ended up dying from depression. Now, given a second chance at life, I decisively chose to let them be together. Just as I was on the verge of death, Cesare Marte

"Buying a sky penthouse for one dollar? Keep dreaming." Speechless, I pointed at the company seal on the contract. "Look carefully. This is real." But he pulled out a lighter and burned the corner of the contract. The flame shot up with a hiss. "Connor, stop acting. "Don't think a few sales achievements mean you can use the back door to buy property. "Even if the company really had a benefit like this, Lydia should be the first person to enjoy it!" I lunged forward, trying to snatch the burning contract back.

She was finally scared and worried for me. Gordon was furious. “Wake up, Nia! Jonah is just after your money! Can’t you see that?!” He then sighed. “Since you’re such a bad judge of character, let’s cancel our upcoming business deals. My company doesn’t need a partner like you!” Just then, the paramedics came in with a stretcher. Gordon quickly followed me and the medics into the ambulance. Nia wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words on her tongue.

Just then, his inner voice slipped clearly into my ears again, letting me understand the rules of that bizarre system. [This stupid rule is such a pain. Why can't it trigger the moment he accepts something from me?] [And after he drinks it, it still takes two hours for his money to transfer into my account. So slow.] [At least the system can automatically rewrite bank records and leave no trace. That's not bad.] I glanced down at the bottle in my hand, a cold glint passing through my eyes. You want to swallow my life-saving money? Then I'll let you taste the price of greed.

Mike hissed. "What do you want?" Faith whispered. "Money. Every last penny of the money her little boyfriend stole. All Fifty thousand of it," Mike declared. Fifty thousand dollars! How could Faith possibly come up with that sum? "But I don't have that much," she said. "Figure it out. Since I'm a nice person, I'll give you 48 hours to come up with it. If you fail, that little bitch dies," he pointed at Mary. "I...I'll do it. I'll find the money," she said.

I can see the wheels turning in their minds as they try to reconcile this new information with the laws they’ve upheld for so long. When the book arrives, it’s an ancient tome, the leather cover worn and cracked with age. Permiton opens it carefully, flipping through the brittle pages until he finds the passage he’s looking for. He reads aloud, his voice resonating through the room as he describes the fae with silver eyes and her four Ones. The council members listen intently, leaning forward to catch every word. As Permiton finishes, he closes the book with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the silent chamber. The council members glance at one another, their expressions a mixture of awe and

Something I’m not ready to look at. But I tap the screen anyway. It lights up. Blank wallpaper. No apps except the basics. No messages. Clean. Controlled. His style is written all over it. My throat tightens as I open the banking app. I know the login by memory because I don't exactly have plenty of accounts to remember. My fingertips feel stiff as I type. Username. Password. The loading circle turns… and turns… And then the number appears. My breath leaves me. One million dollars. $1,000,000.00

CHEAP RIDE CHAPTER 1 MIA I step out of the library just before one a.m., backpack heavy on my shoulder and eyes stinging from too many hours staring at notes. The campus is empty, cold air biting through my thin hoodie. My phone screen lights up my face as I check my bank app. Eight dollars and twenty-three cents. That’s it until my next shift on Friday. Rent is due soon, and I’m already calculating how many ramen packs I can stretch.