Payback Book Novels & Stories

Don't tell me you're illiterate? Timothy was extremely embarrassed after his borrowing my money had been revealed in front of my parents. "Give me a couple of days to pay you back. I've already used up all of the money." I knew that Timothy had no money to his name. I had found out about his gambling addiction after marrying him in my previous life. He tended to gamble away every single cent he acquired. However, Timothy hadn't asked me for money before to prepare wedding gifts. It was because he needed it to gamble.

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night. If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left. At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him. After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that. “Where’s Wendy?” The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.

Adam's P.O.V. I walked into the school library, two coffees in hand, the next Saturday morning. Yeah, yeah, I’m a flatterer, but in my defense, it felt as if I still owed my one true mate a million more coffees before I would be able to make her forget about our first disaster coffee date. And now, it was my mission to do so. To make her forget about all the bad and make her focus on the good from now on, so hopefully soon, she would start to see how great we fitted together.

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."

Ethan replied. "Very well, what about him?" Alfie asked. "I was contemplating how you would pay Steven back if you were in my predicament?" Ethan queried. "Ethan, 'a mistake made is already made.' The only way to rectify a mistake is to ensure it is not repeated, and we must move forward. I understand that Steven has wronged you in the past, but seeking retribution may exacerbate the situation," Alfie stated. "Hmm, do you have a solution for me or not?" Ethan pressed.

She even begged me to lend her a side account of mine. Since I thought of her as family, it was only natural that I hoped she would live well, so I hadn't hesitated to agree. Never would I have imagined that she would use my account to deliberately create enemies, then seize the opportunity to have me horrifically killed in front of everyone! When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to a familiar room. It seemed that I had gone back in time to the day that little girl's family sought me out at my company. The sheer delight and relief at getting a second chance at life welled in me, but I had no time to bask in the feeling.

Business elites and reporters attending the summit had stopped to watch this absurd spectacle. I looked at Liam kneeling on the ground and at his mother, who was trying to buy off three hundred million dollars in crimes with a cheap thermos of soup. All I felt was a hollow, heartbreaking absurdity. This was the true ugliness of human nature. They weren't sorry for their greed and cruelty. They were crying over the freedom and money they were about to lose. They actually thought that bowing their heads, saying sorry, and cooking a pot of soup meant the victim should forgive all the monstrous things they had done.

“And now they pay.” The words land without effort. Final. Azriel nods once, slow, certain. When I glance back, just briefly, he’s still watching, something quieter in his expression, something sharper. The machines hum steadily behind us. Callum doesn’t move. And somewhere else, Vance is comfortable, Anya is laughing, both of them exactly where I need them to be. I don’t look away from Callum again. Because this is the cost. And this time, I make sure it’s paid.

"Mable, are you done making a scene?" He stepped forward, shielding me behind him protectively, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I pretended to be poor back then simply to test how sincere you were. And what happened? The moment you thought I was disabled and broke, you broke up with me without the slightest hesitation, terrified I'd become a burden. "Now that you know I have some money, you want to come crawling back? Don't you think that makes you a little too pathetic?" Mable's face flushed red, then paled at his words. She opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.