Payback Novels & Stories

We head over to some vacant seats and he’s still scowling. I huff, “What’s wrong now?” “I don’t need you to pay for me. I’m not some charity case.” “I know. Charity cases are nice and grateful. Your bank didn’t exist in 2016. Nor did you or your card.” “Shit,” he takes a breath. “The expiration date’s 2045.” “We’ll just have to hope they think it was a scam or something. And be more careful. That’s why I paid.” He nods slowly.

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.”

After her working hours ended, Kathilyn was organising her desk before going back home, when she suddenly felt someone approaching her from behind. "So, are you going to have dinner with me?" She heard Benjamin's voice from beside her ears. "Dinner? Sure if it's on you. I mean you owed me for embarrassing me in front of everyone " Kathilyn rolled her eyes at Benjamin. "Isn't it the opposite? You're the one who should pay since I helped getting you out of trouble." Benjamin scoffed sarcastically. "Alright, I'll pay." He continued before walking out of the office. "I'll wait for you in my car." He said again and made his way to the door.

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.

"A very exact wish for a woman who says she seeks only payback." "Payback is merely what stays when you remove every softer term a person might choose for wanting another to suffer exactly as much as you have suffered." I stood from the rock suddenly eager for the talk to finish before my own firmness found a new way to fail. "Do we share a deal or must I think again whether this plan helps either of us."

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.”

As for your debts…" My tone suddenly turned cold. "I've married into the Hargrove family now, which makes me a Hargrove. As they say, once a daughter is married, she's part of her husband's family. Since your debts are in your own names, you'll naturally be responsible for paying them back yourselves. That has absolutely nothing to do with me." I paused, watching their expressions turn dark, and continued, "Also, I remember the repayment term written on the loan contracts was six months. In six months, the debt collectors will come knocking. I suggest you start preparing early. You wouldn't want to end up with nowhere to hide."

That's draconian! "Once I was short fifty dollars, they told me the same thing." "Now they want the money back when they overpaid? Double standards!" Public opinion flipped in an instant. Those who had just pointed at me were now criticizing the bank. I stopped the recording and looked at Pete. "Did you hear that? It was your employee, speaking directly to me. 'Not responsible once you leave the counter.' That is your rule—your ironclad rule. "I am a law-abiding citizen. If the bank's rule says the money isn't your responsibility, then it's mine.

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.”

Liam also dropped to his knees with a thud, yanking at his hair as he sobbed. "Emma, I was forced into it! I embezzled the money because I wanted to get ahead, to give us a good life! For the sake of all those years I took care of you, please let me off just this once! I don't want to go to prison!" The flashbulbs around them were going off like crazy. Business elites and reporters attending the summit had stopped to watch this absurd spectacle.