One For The Money Novels & Stories

I find my check book in the cabinet beside my table. “Yes sir, but you can’t use a check or wire it to my account, we can not do any of those things” “Why?” I stop my pen midway. “Company policy and most importantly to cover tracks. We can’t afford any loopholes, so you have to pay directly in cash” He explains I let out a sigh and nod, already getting tired of seeing his face. “How much are we talking about?” I rub my forehead back and forth trying to ease the ache coursing through it.

I mean, I’ve always known he filled out a suit well, I just didn’t know he was this built. Finally picking my jaw off the floor, “Enzo is lending me some money to run away and start a new life.” I deadpanned, counting my Monopoly money. “Is there a chance this could be changed for real money somewhere?” I asked, the thought suddenly occurring to me. If we played the game and won a prize, there should be a place where you can change your proceeds to money else what would be the point? “Aren’t you a little money crazy?” Enzo asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“Then, you could make the deal go through and give me a ten million dollars share from it.” Cain thought for a moment. He told himself Gorevoy was crazy, talking like this, but there was no harm in listening to what he had to say. “It is possible, but you're speaking in parables, Gorevoy. Nothing is happening to Rico, not today, not tomorrow, and not even an hour before the deal goes through.” “A lot of things could happen to him,” Gorevoy returned carelessly, and took a drag from his cigarette. “He could get knocked off.”

I said, feeling downcasted. "Nothing is impossible," Violet said, trying to reassure me. "That man is always protected with guards and whatnot," I said. "Okay if we can't meet him at the meet and greet then let's get a VIP card," Violet suggested. "You want us to spend our life savings on the Adrian Empire just to get a VIP card!" I yelled. "Not really but that would work because it's for a greater cause," Violet's face lit up a little. "Hell no we can't spend money on such, he might even deny it," I said.

Elliona hisses then releases her pinch and sits back in her chair Clara stares ferociously at Elliona "How can you marry him Elliona Lim? Do you like it?" Elliona cringes at Clara's words. Love? ah of course Elliona loves it very much, loves the money of course. "You're right I love it" said Elliona with a thin smile on her lips. "Really?" Clara tears her eyes towards Elliona "Of course I like it, rather I like the money! You know Clara, it turns out to be true about the file you sent me back then was William Kim, and he was William Andersson Kim. The richest young entrepreneur in the world" Elliona says proudly accompanied by a sip of her cold chocolate

laura will be the lawyer that will stand for herself in the court of law. My phone rang and it was no one but my baby💋💋💋💋 📞Xander I saw an alert of 500 Billion dollars 📞I sent it and make sure you dont spend a Kobo from that money 📞Okay Xander and I dont understand why this money is in my account when It is not to be spent..😏😏 and I need 5000 Euro for my hair 📞I will send it but dont touch that money in your acc..I know you wont understand now but you will understand soon

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."

“You’re going, Sienna. We need their favor.” We were bleeding money, barely holding ground, and he self imagined that sending me to this assembly of unmated wolves would make allies. I’d pleaded, my thumbs jittering across my phone, but he’d shut me out. “You’re unmated. You’re omega. You’re useful. Go.”

He said the line, his voice flat with exhaustion. “And… cut! Perfect!” Mira beamed. An envelope was pressed into his hand. Five crisp hundred-dollar bills. It was the easiest, strangest money he’d ever made. As he turned to leave, a spark of desperate hope made him turn back. “Mira? If… if there are more slots like this. I’m… available.” She looked him up and down, that professional glint in her eye. “With a face like that? Honey, we’ll call you. Franco, get his number!”

I mutter bitterly. The root of all evilness is money. People will kill, lie, and steal for it. They believe that money can buy them happiness but, in reality, it merely buys them additional problems; turmoil. I should know since I've murdered a man who was one hundred dollars short on his payment. He believed he could deceive me and pull the wool over my eyes. But if you deal with a substantial amount of money on a daily, you can visually eyeball a briefcase loaded with stacks of hundred-dollar notes and determine if you are short-changed.