Payback Samk Mga Nobela at Kwento

Samantha said coldly. Conan quickly interjected, "Samantha, I paid you back the money." "Yes, you paid it back, and you married someone else!" Samantha shouted. Conan sighed and said, "Back then, you did not say that you lent me this money so that I would marry you." "Do I need to say more? You pretended to be confused because you understood. After you used the money to start your business, you started to grow distant and cold towards me," Samantha's face began to look ferocious.

After knowing how I took advantage of the situation made me feel so ashamed of myself. I willed myself to look at Sam again. She looked weary and tired. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't be suffering now. "I'll do my best to free you as soon as possible." Sam looked at me incredulously, as though I was just joking. For the first time since I arrived, I witnessed the display of shock on her face. "H-have you lost your mind?" She gasped, shaking her head in disbelief. "If you free me, I have to pay you back the money I used in Mom's operation. I don't have that large amount with me. I could work for a lifetime. Still, my salary wouldn't be enough to pay you."

Right now his well practised glare was boring a hole in Sam’s forehead. “You muppets borrowed fifty grand of my money, my fucking money, to shoot a feature film. Ten days you said, ten days to shoot it. Two months to edit it, then blam, stick it out on the net as video on demand and we’ll recoup the cost in a matter of weeks. Am I lying?” “No,” said Sam, appalled at how high and frightened his voice sounded. “Look if you just give us a bit of time we can . . . ”

I couldn’t return to the life I once had. “Kei, just talk to him. Tell him you’re going to pay him back. End this,” Sam said, trying to offer advice. But how could I do that when even the thought of him weakened me? “I’ll send the money. You talk to him. Face your problem.”

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." "You… You ungrateful wretch!" Mom yelled, trembling with fury as she jabbed her finger at me. "We raised you all these years, and now you don't even care whether we live or die!" Mable chimed in, fanning the flames. "You've gone too far, Talia! Mom and Dad worked so hard to raise you, and now that you've made something of yourself, you want to wash your hands of us? Life doesn't work that way!"

Alia : why you donated money for operation. Sam : wahhh I helped you but you asking why??? Alia : Sam don't play with me. How you know mehna is in hospital and I need money for operation. Sam : if you don't want me to help. Pay back . I don't care. Alia : I'll...give me sometime. Sam : time??? Okay fine. 3 days. Take 3 days. If you don't payback my money .... next 30 days you are my slave.

Once the words left Rebecca’s lips, Sam’s face darkened, and his eyebrows knitted. But before they could question him, he returned to his usual self. “As long as it doesn’t affect her work, she can go. The money I’ve invested in her has not been returned yet.”

« So you say that you are willing to fund this project in exchange for tax-exempt for ten years. It seems interesting, but I don’t think the old man will accept it, he is a little a money lover, » I said. « I think that it’s best this way, you’ll be able to do your part before going to your betrothed and I will pass my test with a big congratulations» replied Saman.

Was Sam’s respond. At least, I have one issue taken off my back and much more to my shock, I was paid advance to cover up for whatever I needed. Sam said that it was something that the finance department had introduced when they noticed that most of their staffs finds in to adjust to the change of work and mode of transport.

Nina whispers tiredly. I exhale sharply before finally sitting down anyway. Rebecca stays across from me while Nina settles beside me carefully like she’s worried sudden movements might restart World War Three. Smart honestly. For a few seconds, nobody says anything. Then Rebecca finally speaks. “Samantha’s been moving money through shell redevelopment accounts for almost two years.” Straight to business. Good. My posture stiffens immediately. “What kind of shell accounts?” “Community restoration projects mostly,” Rebecca replies calmly. “Small ones at first. Easy to bury inside larger infrastructure budgets.”