Payback Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

Sheraphina whispered tightly, “What did it say?” Thomas closed his eyes. “‘Your daughter’s orphan is of age. Return what belongs to us.’” Sheraphina went still. Completely still. Daughter’s orphan. Of age. Return what belongs to us. She felt her breath break. “Grandpa… what am I supposed to return?” He held her face gently, with trembling hands. “Not you, my child.” He whispered like a vow. “Never you. They cannot have you.” But she could see it in his eyes.

But with my damaged tongue, I couldn't form coherent words. "She… armed me… Doc… Help me!" I cried out, my voice a garbled mess. The doctor glanced at me with her brows furrowed, unsure of what I was trying to say. She looked toward Shawn for help in deciphering my speech. Shawn gave me a cold glare and spoke up, his tone cold and calculated. "My mom has a persecution complex. She often hurts herself and blames others. As her family, it hasn't been easy for us. She hurt herself again, and now she's trying to accuse someone else.

"It seems that sentence suits you. Don't you like to cause trouble and deceive people?" Nadine laughed again, not looking offended at all by Adrian's words. "You're right. I'll try to get the resort back in less than three years." This time Adrian wanted to look at Nadine. "You have to keep your word." Nadine nodded and pulled out her little finger. "Pinky promised. I promise to help Adrian get his resort back." Adrian smirked at Nadine's childish promise. "Oh yes.... One more." Adrian looked back at Nadine, who was looking far ahead arranging the words that would come out of her mouth.

Although I was missing out on a man's affection, I was fortunate to still be a well-known royal, so my life remained comfortable. Over half a month passed. Just when I had almost forgotten everything that had happened, Thalyx suddenly appeared before me again. That night, he stood breathlessly at my window, starlight trailing behind him. As if afraid I would refuse, he awkwardly declared first, "I'm not here because I like you. I just want to repay a favor from my past life and stop owing you. Don't be stubborn. It must be hard to be alone in a foreign country. You need someone to protect you."

She paused, “Let us forget about yesterday.” Only then did I understand what her ‘payback’ means. She is good at paying her debts but she lacks the ability to share out herself. She is not into helping without gaining something. What a lass! I stared at her waiting gaze, waiting for my delayed reply. What can I say? “Easier said than done,” I finally responded as placed the cup on the table, as if, “In due time, it will fade away.” --in due time, as long as nothing is triggering you to remember, for example, her not existing anymore.

“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.

Nonetheless, I can assist you with a sum of two hundred thousand pounds, and I would prefer not to be repaid. Cynthia expressed her heartfelt gratitude, saying, "I am truly thankful; you are exceedingly kind." Angela replied, "It is nothing. What are friends for if not to support one another? I apologise for not being able to provide the full amount you required, but this is all I can offer at present, and I hope you will accept it wholeheartedly." Cynthia smiled, tears of joy streaming down her face as she embraced Angela, exclaiming, "You are incredible! With this money you have given me, the doctor can begin treatment for my mother."

Phoebe sighed, “you know that’s not what I mean.” “No, no, no, no, what do you mean then? Huh, telling me that I don’t pay back, what is that supposed to mean then? You are talking as if I won’t give it back if I have it. I haven’t paid back because I don’t have it and you know it.” “But when you do have it, Cal, you don’t give me, you don’t pay back. Rather, you will go out to drink with your friends.”

Chloe with her coy, fragile act, and my future mother-in-law's shameless greed, using morality as a cover to rob me of a house. In my past life, this suffocating combination of moral blackmail and phony forgiveness had driven me to the brink of collapse. In the end, unable to defend myself, I was labeled a crazy woman. But in this life, I only felt disgust. And also, absurdly, laughter. 'You want my villa? You want to trample over my flesh and blood to build your own adulterous little fairy tale?' I slowly wiped the cold smile off my face and, under a sea of contemptuous stares, took one step forward.

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.