Romans & histoires Payback Novel English Translation

“Payback.” “Uh?” She crosses her arms to her chest and speaks neatly. “I’m here to pay you back for making use of your time the last time we were together.” “I’m not following.” She stares me down as if I’m dumb and maybe I am. Since when do people get a payback for spending time with another person? “You did me a favor,” she starts, one word leaving her mouth at a time as if she’s speaking to a child. “And I don’t like owing others. That’s why I’m here to pay you back for that favor. Then we can go on with our lives.”

"I appreciate that, Mateo, but I'm not here because I want handouts." He grinned, and chuckled. "And that's exactly why I'm giving it to you. Now, take it. You can pay me back later if this hurts your pride." He hadn't retracted his hand. I scoffed. "What exactly do you mean by 'pay you back?' Huh?" In the world of the underground, I learned real quickly that there was only one way a man meant by 'paying him back,' and I would have walked out of Mateo's house right now if that was what he was implying.

Cyril said slowly, “I just want to let you know that I’ll be paying you back for that. It doesn’t matter how long. Even if I die, I’m going to make sure my daughters pay you back.” The words stunned me. My chest tightened. “I didn’t do that…” I began to protest, shaking my head. I never gave with the thought of repayment. It was the least I could do after all they’d given me. How do you repay shelter? How do you repay love? “I know you didn’t,” Cyril cut in, his voice firm. “And I’m grateful to you for helping us out. But even if you weren’t a prince, I’d have found a way to pay you back.”

“Riccardo. You’re late. Where’s my payment?” Riccardo froze, his mouth opening but no words coming out. I leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “Tell him you want her back. Tell him you’ve reconsidered. Tell him you’re paying double to get her out.” His breath hitched, tears streaming down his face. “P—Pavel… listen. I—I need her back.” Silence on the other end. Then a low chuckle. “Back? You don’t get returns in this business, Riccardo. You knew that.”

He managed to ask through gritted teeth. “That is none of your business. I have paid you back for every single thing you have bought me in the past three years. It's just a shame I can’t pay to get those three years back because I would never have met you if I could. You have your money now; now stay the fuck away from me.”

Still sitting there, still watching me with that same unreadable face, but the guilt was still there underneath. I picked up another piece of toast and took a slow bite this time, chewing while my mind raced. Last night I had asked for this. I had begged for a payback. I had spread my legs for his twin brother and moaned while my husband was on the phone. I swallowed and spoke without looking at him . “I’m still serious about the request. An Eye for an eye. I can pay somebody else.... if you don't want to.....

She whispered to him on her way out . As soon as she left, he took out his phone and called someone. “Hello chairman, she alone now. Okay.” He placed the phone by my ear and it was grandfather speaking. No. Begging. Desperately. “Kara, I know I've not been good to you but I can't let you die. No way. Please forgive me? Forgive this ignorant grandfather of yours, hm? Please– I don't want to be punished in the afterlife so can you please forgive me,huh?” grandfather's desperate pleas reached my ears even though I couldn't respond.

3 years later A girl walks out from the airport, she looks at the sky of S city. It's been 3 years since that night when she returns, she will make the person who ruined her life that year pay the price, have to do it for him. life is not equal to death. Every day when she wakes up, Vera always reminds herself to try to do good work, to create a firm foothold in society, to have a strong influence. That made it easier for her to take revenge and today she did.

She sneered and flung crisp bills at me, one after the other. "Take this money and get lost!" Kian slowly stood up, casually straightening his wrinkled shirt, leaving the buttons undone, exposing the faint red marks on his skin. He walked over to Sandra and pulled her into his arms with practiced ease. "Babe, why are you getting so worked up over a robot who only knows how to make money?" He looked past Sandra at me with a teasing glance. "You're working so hard. The money you've earned is just for us to spend, right?"

When the English translation appeared, my breath hitched. “Thank you for lending me the money. I borrowed 25% but paid back 75%. I no longer owe you anything. I hope you are happy with your decision.” The phone slipped from my hands. A lump formed in my throat as I reread the words. Over and over. Miguel had paid me back. More than what he borrowed. I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved… or devastated.