Payback Ch 30 Novels & Stories

"Ethan, if you refuse to help, I'll opt for another way out." With that, he left the meeting room. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor. When Wynnie walked past me, she paused and whispered, "Young man, you should leave yourself a way out." After they left, I opened up the envelope. It wasn't sealed, and there was a banker's acceptance from Zach Airways under the offer letter. It was for three million dollars. I kept the envelope in a transparent bag, sealed it, and wrote the date and number on it.

“Thank you so much, Jack. I promise to pay back as soon as I start getting returns from my investment. Henry unconsciously paced about the house until he sat at the kitchen table, while his fingers drummed an anxious rhythm against the table. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him. He had managed to raise seventy million dollars. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Marcus's demands were too high, and Henry knew he needed to come up with the remaining thirty million somehow. As he stared at the stack of papers and financial documents scattered around him, he decided to make a phone call he had been avoiding.

Harrison snapped furiously, "Oh, I give you 100 billion dollars and then you put it into a trust. Judging by the average rate of return in the current US financial market, the annual interest alone would be at least several billion dollars!" "And once compound interest kicks in, that's an astronomical figure. Isn't that just using my resources to make a fortune? You'd use my resources to generate twenty years of returns and then return the original to me. Where am I supposed to recoup those twenty years of earnings?!" Helena said casually, "How about this—you still give me the hundred billion dollars, but from the annual interest generated on 50 billion of that, I'll return every cent to you

“Use it to set your life back on track, solve your problems, and forget all about the baby, and the man you carried it for.” She winked. “My gain is different from yours. You don’t have to worry about it, instead, think about how you’ll be spending your first payment. It’s a couple thousand dollars. And it’s coming in a few hours.”

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."

ALEXANDER I scowled as I stared at the back of the bottle, reading the dosage as Bailee turned on the bath in the adjoining bathroom. “How much do I owe you?” She asked, and I looked up to see her leaning against the door frame, staring at me stone-faced. “For the medicine, how much was it?” “You don’t need to pay me back.” “Well, I don’t want to owe you anything.” She snapped, and I lowered the bottle to my side.

The blood vanished from his face in a split second, and his eyes skittered away in panic. I pretended not to notice and went on. My voice was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. “Mom and Dad aren’t in good health. They’ve scraped and saved their entire lives. There’s no way they could’ve paid it off. “But Miss Grant promised you five hundred thousand, didn’t she? Enough to clear the debt. “Plenty left over to buy the latest phone and show off in front of your classmates. “That should’ve been more than enough.” Dylan began trembling uncontrollably, biting down on his lip.

“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.

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?"

In the early days, when money was tight and he was starting the company, I borrowed from every bank and loan app I could find to help him stay afloat. Later, when we could not pay it back, my phone was flooded with calls. Debt collectors showed up at the door of our tiny apartment. They even mass-texted my relatives and friends, so everyone knew I owed money. Even then, I did not shed a single tear. The moment Jason learned the truth that night, his eyes instantly filled with tears. He clung to me tightly, whispering his sobs in my ear. He said, “Sheena, I swear I’ll never let you down in this lifetime.”