Payback Book Novels & Stories

Sophia sat in the coffee shop, staring at the tablet screen in front of her. The words in the article seemed almost too good to be true— Julian Sebastian’s Company Facing Financial Ruin because of scammers She blinked, reading it again, the sensation of triumph is bubbling within her chest. There it was, right in front of her: undeniable proof that everything she had suspected was coming to light. The rumors about his company’s financial troubles had been real, and she liked how karma came too fast, the kind problem that could ruin that man—and everything he had worked for.

She called me a fool and said she would never love me. "Now I finally remember." I finally came to a realization. Chelsea was overjoyed, and she kept clutching one of my mom's ceramic collections. "All these things are worthless. I'll sell them off for Mom tomorrow," she said. I caught sight of the joyous look that flashed in her eyes. "You damaged my suit. It was a customized suit that cost 500,000 dollars. How do you plan to pay me back?" The smile on Chelsea's face froze, and she teased, "Darling, are you kidding me? We're family. Why are you so calculating over something like this?"

While she dropped to her knees before me and cried her heart out, I calmly applied my sheet mask. "Mrs. Pembroke, I'm begging you to stop whatever you're doing!" she wailed. "Why? Why are you perfectly fine while I'm aging twice as fast?" I shot her an unfeeling look. "Don't you get it? You're suffering the backlash."

“Big firm. Big wins. Even bigger enemies.” She shrugged lightly. “The law doesn’t care who it offends. It only cares about truth.” His jaw tightened. “Then tell me the truth. Why now? Why this case?” “Because your company’s acquisitions are crushing minority-owned businesses and displacing families in East Harlem,” she replied coldly. “Because for every zero in your bank account, there’s a mother who can’t afford rent anymore.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re not here for justice. You’re here for revenge.”

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?] I smiled. [Mark, you’re always welcome.]

I was in the reading a book when my phone screen illuminated with the name I’ve come to dread after all I’ve seen him be so capable of. Alan. I almost think to ignore his call but I don’t have that luxury after the amount of money he loaned me to recover Peter’s business decline and gambling addictions. I tried convincing Peter to give me some kind of compensation to pay him back but seeing as this was a Hail Mary with no payment obligation, he felt this wasn’t necessary - a cop out. A classic Peter move.

The case swung slightly ajar. Kael looked at the clasp on the floor. Then, at the open case, he saw a book. He picked up the book titled The Luck Bearers Vol. III, carefully opened it to the first page, and read the first line. The Luck Bearers are not mages. They are not warriors. They are not chosen by gods or blessed by divine hands. They are anomalies. Errors in the system. People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control.